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Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.
Agnes De Mille

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This is the real lesson of Bukowski: that no matter how badly you’ve fucked up, no matter what kind of mess you’ve made of your life, there are ways out. When you’re living in that awful, hopeless place, it’s important to know that someone else has been there. You’re not insane, and you’re not alone. But it’s just as crucial to know that there is a light somewhere.

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