But now I am no longer I,
nor is my house any longer my house.
nor is my house any longer my house.
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| — | Federico García Lorca, Romance Sonambulo |
I am a free man- and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. What do you want of me? When I have something to say, I put it in print. When I have something to give, I give it. Your prying curiosity turns my stomach! Your compliments humiliate me! Your tea poisons me! I owe nothing to any one.
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| — | Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer |
