Time is bunk.

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Life is wasted on the living.

Life is wasted on the living.

I may not have gone where I intended to go but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

I may not have gone where I intended to go but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do th

Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.

There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Univer

There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened.

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    We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future.

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