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Louis-Ferdinand Celine

Louis-Ferdinand Céline (French: [selin] ( listen)) was the pen name of Louis Ferdinand Auguste Destouches (pronounced [detuʃ]; 27 May 1894 – 1 July 1961), a French novelist, pamphleteer and physician. He developed a new style of writing that modernized French literature. His most famous work is the 1932 novel, Journey to the End of the Night.

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When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

Accord, Evaporates, Impossible, Insomnia, Sleep

Only a complete alcoholic can think life is funny. . . any life!.

Alcoholic, Alcoholics, Life, Life Is, Think, Thinking

To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.

Imagination, Journey, Pain, Travel

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

Solitude, Feelings, Kind, Feeling, Distress

Reason died in 1914, November 1914. . . after that everybody began to rave.

November, Rave, Reason, Everybody, 1914

In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well. . . I wasn't entirely alone. . . It's not possible to sleep alone.

Came, Eye, Movie, Sleep, Song, Speak

There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

Instinct, Intelligent, Men, Vain, Vanity

Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

Beforehand, Carpe Diem, Earth, Minute, People, Years

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

Way, Being Afraid, Cowardly, Simply, Afraid, Philosophizing

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself

Dying, Lying, Pain, Personally, Stop, Truth

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

Different, People, Sadness, Time

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

Insomnia, Lines, Trouble, Slept, Line

Chin up, Ferdinand," I kept saying to myself, to keep up my courage. "What with being chucked out of everywhere, you're sure to find whatever it is that scares all those bastards so. It must be at the end of the night, and that's why they're so dead set against going to the end of the night.

Against, Chin Up, Kept, Night, Saying, Scare

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

Past, Shadow, Way, Among, Lose

A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me.

Come, Fall, God, Kissing, Master, Pigs

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

Bears, Dim, Lamp, Lamps, Light

Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.

Love, Love Is, Rights, Stronger, Thinking

If you aren't rich you should always look useful.

Advice, Look, Looks, Rich, Useful

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

Content, Hate, People, Poor

The biggest defeat in every department of life is to forget, especially the things that have done you in, and to die without realizing how far people can go in the way of crumminess. When the grave lies open before us, let's not try to be witty, but record the worst of human viciousness we've seen without changing one word. When that's done, we can curl up our toes and sink into the pit. That's work enough for a lifetime.

Forget, Hands, Lifetime, Lying, Witty, Work

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