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Make me immortal with a kiss.
---Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
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We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
Ah! when will this long weary day have end,
And lende me leave to come unto my love?
- Epithalamion Edmund Spenser, Amoretti And Epithalamion
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April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land