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"It always seemed to me: it happened, it means it happened. What the hell does it matter, why the sky once again collapsed on my head? It collapsed, therefore, we must survive."

"Still, the morning is beautiful, it is not ruthless, like the night, forcing you to remember what you want to forget."

"People usually do not so much enjoy what they have been given as grieve over what they have not been given."