I’m going away tonight. I’m going over the valley.
I must get to the station.

Boy, fetch my fiddle. Where is my clock?
All compound things are subject to breaking up.

Only one man ever understood me.
And he didn’t really understand me.

Codeine . . . bourbon.
Nothing soothes pain like human touch.

More light.
Open the second shutter so that more light may come in.

The Earth is suffocating.


(*Assembled from the death-bed sayings of Salvador Dali, James Brown, Cosmo Lang, Babe Ruth, Georg Friedrich Wilhelm Hegel, Siddhartha, Frederic Chopin, Bobby Fischer, Tallulah Bankhead, and Johan Wolfgang von Goethe.)

 
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