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A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.
Vladimir Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov
İnsanın kendine yaptığını kimse yapmıyor. demiş bir ata.
Love is to give what you don't have, to someone who doesn't want
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Once I, Chuang Tzu, dreamed I was a butterfly and was happy as a butterfly. I was conscious that I was quite pleased with myself, but I did not know that I was Tzu. Suddenly I awoke, and there was I, visibly Tzu. I do not know whether it was Tzu dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming that he was Tzu. Between Tzu and the butterfly there must be some distinction. [But one may be the other.] This is called the transformation of things."
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it's about what you think you want!
ah, the self-deluded lives of pseudo-hedonists.
it's not about how able you are to do what you want, it's about how ambitous, desirous, willing, eager, longing you are to do it %%%%%% ow ow ow ow..
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