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Monday, April 07, 2003

�You can�t remember sex. You can remember the fact of it, and recall the setting, and even the details, but the sex of sex cannot be remembered, the substantive truth of it, it is by nature self-erasing, you can remember its anatomy and be left with a judgment as to the degree of your liking it, but whatever it is as a splurge of being, as a loss, as a charge of the conviction of love stopping your heart like your execution, there is no memory of it in the brain, only deduction that it happened and that time passed, leaving you with a silhouette that you want to fill again.�
- E. L. Doctrow (b. 1931), American novelist: the narrator (Billy Bathgate), in �Billy Bathgate�, 1989.

�Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.�
- Albert Camus (1913 � 1960), French-Algerian philosopher and author: the narrator (Jean-Baptiste Clamence), in �The Fall�, 1956.

�A man will renounce any pleasures you like but he will not give up his suffering.�
- George Gurdjieff (c. 1877 � 1949), Greek-American religious teacher and mystic: quoted in �In Search of the Miraculous� by P. D. Ouspensky, 1949.


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