The Answers to Everything

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“News is what someone wants suppressed. Everything else is advertising.”

— Katharine Graham

“He’s not a performer, he’s a prisoner!”

The Truman show

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An outdoor scene of a cobblestone street at dusk with a small restaurant or bar entrance, illuminated from within, with chairs and a folded umbrella outside, and a bicycle leaning against a wall in the background.

“I had the feeling as in a nightmare of it all being something repeated, something I had been through and that now I must go through it again.”

- Ernest Hemingway: The Sun Also Rises

Dirty wooden floor inside a rustic cafe or bar with dark wooden tables and chairs, some of which are overturned or placed upside down on the tables.

“Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.”

- William Shakespeare

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In satura veritas

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

— Tom Stoppard

A wooden chair with ballet slippers hanging from the top left corner of the backrest and a sheer, light-colored fabric draped over the right side of the backrest.

“…

Ah, love let us be true

To one another! for this world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.”       

— Matthew Arnold: Dover Beach

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An open Bible with purple flowers resting on its pages.

Sonnet 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste;

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,

And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,

And moan th’expense of many a vanished sight;

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

            But if the whole I think of thee, dear friend,

            All losses are restored and sorrows end.

 

— William Shakespeare

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Person sitting outdoors on a wooden bench, wearing a tan fuzzy jacket and black pants, holding a book titled 'The Strength in Our Scars' by Bianca Sparacino, with a latte on the bench beside them.
Two pigeons sharing a beak-to-beak kiss in front of the Eiffel Tower at sunset.

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