Thomas Bernhard Quotes

We Have Relinquished And Abandoned And Left Behind And Forgotten What We Believed We Had To Relinquish, Abandon And Leave Behind And Ultimately Forget; We Have Let Ourselves Go And We Have Gone Away And We Have Gone Under, But We Have Relinquished Nothing And Abandoned Nothing And Left Behind Nothing And Forgotten Nothing; We Have In Reality Extinguished Nothing Whatsoever, Because Our Parents Did Not Inform Us Of Or Enlighten Us About The Fact That Our Life-process Is In Reality Nothing But A Process Of Illness. We Were Up Above, In The Company Of Our Parents, Locked Up In Our Walls And In Our Rooms And In Our Books And Papers And Everything Around Us And In Us Was Nothing But Lethal And We Are Down Below, Without Our Parents, Again Locked Up In These Walls And In Our Rooms And In Our Books And Papers And Everything Around Us And In Us Is Nothing But Lethal.

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