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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
— Cesare Pavese
linguist, writer, translator, literary editor, screenwriter, literary critic, journalist, biographer, poet
1908 – 1950
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man - the one he used to be.
