The study of sickness is the most poetic of the sciences.
After all, there is nothing but failure.
You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.
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...He was just scraps of words and dislocated phrases.
Our greatest pleasure, surely, is in fragments, just as we derive the most pleasure from life if we regard it as a fragment, whereas the whole and the complete and the perfect are basically abhorrent.