[W]hen you go through life … it all seems accidental at the time it is happening. Then when you get on in your 60s or 70s and look back, your life looks like a well-planned novel with a coherent theme … Incidents that seemed accidental, pure chance, turn out to be major elements in the structuring of this novel. Schopenhauer says, ‘Who wrote this novel? You did.’
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It’s a very mysterious thing, that electric things that happens, and then the agony that can follow. The toubadors celebrate the agony of the love, the sickness the doctors cannot cure, the wounds that can be healed only by the weapon that delivered the wound…The wound is the wound of my passion and the agony of my love for this creature. The only one who can heal me is the one who delivered the blow.