And if you'll just listen I'll make your eyes glisten

[hyperbole]

My obstinate rejection of time is now taking its revenge on me. Its passage never existed for me. I never felt it as a river that could dry up. It was all around me, inexhaustible, a sea. I drifted about in all directions; it seemed natural to go on this way. My time would never run out. Everything I undertook was for eternity, and eternities were

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[hyperbole]

It seems to me that people want to be sort of special, unique snowflakes, and the Shakespearean thing addresses that more

DFW

[hyperbole]

You’re a young writer. You admire an older writer, and you want to get to where that older writer is. You imagine that all the energy that your envy is putting into it has somehow been transferred to him, that there’s a flipside to it, a feeling of being envied that’s a good feeling the way that envy is a hard feeling. You can see it as the idea of being in things for some kind of imaginary goal involving prestige rather than for the pursuit itself. It’s a very American illness, the idea of giving yourself away entirely to the idea of working in order to achieve some sort of brass ring that usually involves people feeling some way about you - I mean, people wonder why we walk around feeling alienated and lonely and stressed out?

Kafka

[hyperbole]

I am more and more unable to think, to observe, to determine the truth of things, to remember, to speak, to share an experience. I am turning to stone - this is the truth.

Dear Laura

[hyperbole]

Do you realize that some day you're going to be old

The Flugerl

[hyperbole]

There is no man alive who can claim with any certainty that he will ever escape a "Flugerl." I dare say there are men who think they can, but they are just a lot of self-deceptive idiots who have never truly encompassed the fantastic omnipresence of this potential disaster