Public Republic

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Can anyone remember love? It’s like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

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It is my art. I am better at it than I ever was. And I will do it as long as I can. When you reach a certain age you can slough off what is unnecessary and concentrate on what is. And why not?

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Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way.


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The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.

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The closer a man approaches tragedy, the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.

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The job is to ask questions – it always was – and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.

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What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.

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You cannot catch a child’s spirit by running after it; you must stand still and for love it will soon itself return.

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Don’t be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.

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If I have any justification for having lived it’s simply, I’m nothing but faults, failures and so on, but I have tried to make a good pair of shoes. There’s some value in that.

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You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.

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Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?