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“An enemy is someone whose story you have not heard.”
― Slavoj Žižek, Violence

“As the hours, the days, the weeks, the seasons slip by, you detach yourself from everything. You discover, with something that sometimes almost resembles exhilaration, that you are free. That nothing is weighing you down, nothing pleases or displeases you. You find, in this life exempt from wear and tear and with no thrill in it other than these suspended moments, in almost perfect happiness, fascinating, occasionally swollen by new emotions. You are living in a blessed parenthesis, in a vacuum full of promise, and from which you expect nothing. You are invisible, limpid, transparent. You no longer exist. Across the passing hours, the succession of days, the procession of the seasons, the flow of time, you survive without joy and without sadness. Without a future and without a past. Just like that: simply, self evidently, like a drop of water forming on a drinking tap on a landing.”
― Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties / A Man Asleep

“All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William Shakespeare”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings

“Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.
Of course those who write short books have even less to say.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves