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„I am but mad north north west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw“

Hamlet

You’re walking. 
And you don’t always realize it, but you’re always falling. 
With each step you fall forward slightly. 
And then catch yourself from falling. …

Laurie Anderson

But there will still be epic poems, because every human life contains one. It comes out of nowhere and goes somewhere on its way to everywhere – which is nowhere all over again, but leaves a trail of memories. 

Clive James

It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only?

Virginia Woolf

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