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"Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream." Nicholson nodded. "What's the point exactly?" "The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't wake up till he died himself."

'Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die'

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.