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With the wire of my readings: collection of quotations of Alessandro Baricco. [ the ragtime ] is the music on which God dances when nobody looks at it. ] are people like? m?ants with those which lose. It?it one of these men who like to assist clean?or life, consid?nt like d?ac?toute ambition of the food. ] the probl? ?it not??udre but?ontourner. - To die of nostalgia for something which you will never live. There is nothing which can, in obscurit?devenir it true. Did Atterdel raise the eyes on p? Pluche. Nature has a perfection?lle, surprising, and which r?lte of an addition of limits. Nature is perfect because it is not infinite. If the limits are included/understood, it is included/understood how the m?nism functions. [ the Almayer pension ] this beaut?ue only had can have overcome. And loneliness, perfect, of what was lost. ] a glance which does not take but which re?t, in the absolute silence of the spirit [. ] the sea is without roads, the sea is without explanations. It felt a great intoxication: as if it had been just thrown by the fen?e. It?it a man who had a certain practical spirit: since it?it l?dans airs, it d?da which he could as well try to fly. ] how much it would be beautiful if, for each sea which awaits us, there were a river for us. It is believed that it is other thing which saves people: the duty, the honn?t??e good?e just. In fact the d?rs save you. They are the only true thing. If there is, in the world, a place o?u can think that you are nothing, this place, it is here. It is not any more the ground, and it is not yet the sea. It is not a false life, and it is not a true life. Nothing to make is a thing. Nothing to be able to make in is another. - Sometimes I wonder what we are waiting. Sometimes they make things, the women?vous keep silent. You, m? in a life enti?, you would not be able only one moment to have this l?ret?u' they have, they, sometimes. They are l?res of the int?or. ] that is not v?tablement sauv?ue which never has? in p?l. It went, and it knew towards what. When the destiny finally half-opens, and becomes visible way, trace ind?able, and unquestionable direction. ] one is never rather far not to be [. ] the destiny is not a cha? but a take-off [. ] should derri always be sown? oneself a pr?xte to return, when one leaves. ] among all the possible lives, it is necessary to choose?aquelle to anchor itself, to be able to contemplate, peacefully, all the others. ] ?anger?uelqu' is only the mani? to await it without being done of evil. It is beautiful a mani? to lose itself, that to lose in the arms one of the other. [ life ] jumps you above when you have it? still very deadened, and it made there you germinate an image, or an odor, or a sound that then you cannot any more?r of l?Tu the d?uvres apr? when it is too late. When you are D?, for always, an exile? ?es thousands of kilom?es of this image, this sound, this odor. ] ?anger a thing it is the?aquelle poss?r.-.illusion is inclined a nonunimportant share of the humanit?Dans the impossibilit?e b?ficier of a happy future, it built pass?eureux. One always gives a name?e which makes fear, reason for which besides, by prudence, the men have two of them. ] to see is never but to fix one point not to leave s?anger, and d?uire, by the escape incontr?ble of the world. ] to see is a obsc?t?ien soft. Who can include/understand something?a softness if it never has pench?a life, his life all enti?, on the premi? page of a book. Not, the single one, softest protection against all the fears it is that-l?.un delivers which starts. It had too many notes in him to find his. The infinite one had absorbed it, this note, as the sea can absorb a tear. ] what there is of beautiful in the life is always a secrecy [. the id?n' clearly did not appear?out the world, but each one acquies?avec much of?cation. ] howling this or that which imports, for the pleasure, apr? to have hurl?Il?it without d?nse against?nnement. Distresses it went down to him in? as a gorg?d' brandy in the throat while others it is by small ends. [ a man with the bedside of his friend dying. They rest?nt l??e to speak in silence, during an infinite time. The destiny gives?anges go. But from the ships came?ouer in the absurdest places. A life can it also come well?ouer on an unspecified face. The fabric of araign?qu'?it sound? could?ouveau be used as pi? for these?anges flies which are the id?. It is gestures which find a justification many ann? later: the good posthumous direction. [ wire ] born with in them is what the life, at the p?s, has laiss? moiti? l??a life Br?, death really is nothing [. things arrive which are like questions. One minute occurs, or many ann?, then is the life r?nd. Sometimes, to venture r?nses only a mani? to?aircir for oneself-m? questions. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. The aphorism, m? when it pr?nte in the form of a d?nitif judgement and p?mptoire, does not make another thing only inaugurate the r?exion.: to never conclude it. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. No work of art is enough strong to survive?a surdit?e those which?utent it. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. The libert?e the interpr?tion r?de in the fact that it should invent something which does not exist: this text-l?ans this?que-Ci. In the final analysis, it is not any more the interpr? who is free: it is the work which?ravers the gesture of the interpr?tion, lib?. Lib? of this identit?ans which the tradition did have it fig? R?venter becomes free according to the dynamic ones of the?que news which it meets. The interpr? is the instrument, not the subject, of this libert?(L'? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. Is the contemporary music the tedious price to which one ach? with the pr?nt a visa for the pass?(L'? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. ] are people afraid of their clean?que but in m? time they d?rent it, and do not want in?e d?ss?s. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. The history of the music is initially and before all the history of a research without end of spectacular. The?tion and the surprise: not only one walk, in the adventure of the music cultiv? who doesn't have? climbed with an aim of Cr? initially these two sortil?s. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. To build and not simply to consume it. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. The works of art are not done. (It? of Hegel and cows of Wisconsin, trad. It formed part of these people who suck the branch of their glasses. ] there is always something of good m? at the worst of the p?s [. ] it is not the m? thing to hear somebody remain dumb and to intend a dumb man to keep silent itself. ] to learn?oxer it is enough one night. ] a life enti is needed? to learn?ombattre. Can nothing become as unimportant as this?? of what one r?ille each morning of its existence. But it is?ment constitutive of the g?e that this obstinacy without limits which pushes it?oursuivre its own objectives with a concern hypertrophi?e perfection. Because it is exactly like appara?la position destinale of the man: ?e vis-a-vis in the world, with oneself-m? in the back. Are times people punished for things which they do not know m? not, like? for the go?de to punish itself. Would all be simpler if one did not have you inculqu?ette history to arrive some share, so only one had learned to you, liked? happy?tre, while remaining motionless. All are these stories?ropos of your own way the others roads, me I am a place, I m? ?ucun place, I am a place. ] you will never find anything more wild nor more primitive than two intellectuals delivering a duel. ] the id?m? of honn?t?ntellectuelle is a oxymore. Hom?, it is the culture of the winners, of the greatest number, of those which had r?si. A reason should be made you: Hom?, it?it Am?cains. This?uoi I think, it is other thing. I think?es convinced people that the globalisation, such as one is selling it to us, is not a R? erron? it is a R? small. It is a R? in gray, because it leaves directly imaginary the heads of undertaking and the bankers. In a certain direction, it would be a question of beginning??r?e R? ?or places: and?e r?iser. It is a question of imagination, of t?cit?t of collar?. It east can -?e that, the t?e which awaits us. ] the things are not any more what they are but what they g?rent. [ R?blique of Plato ] is a kind of lampoon against Hollywood. We have boulevers?a ground of a mani? so violent that we have r?ill?a f?cit?es children. One in vain endeavours to live only one life, the others will see thousand other lives inside, and it is for?qu' one is not able?viter to be made evil. To seek in the collection, enter one or more words from at least three caract?s each one. Pavane for a infante d?nte.