In the end, everyone is aware of this: / nobody keeps any of what he has, / and life is only a borrowing of bones. — Pablo Neruda, from “October Fullness,” The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems. (City Lights Publishers; Bilingual edition, April 1, 2004) Originally t published January 1st 1979.
I know that silence is silent because of me but I miss you and I push away my words so I can see you. — Shams Langeroodi, from “Untitled,” The Forbidden: Poems from Iran and its Exiles, edited by Sholeh Wolpe (Michigan State University Press, 2012)
The ethics of plagiarism have turned into the narcissism of small differences: because journalism cannot own up to its heavily derivative nature, it must enforce originality on the level of the sentence. ― Malcolm Gladwell, What the Dog Saw and Other Adventures. (Little, Brown and Company; Large Print edition, October 20, 2009)