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I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
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We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
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Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
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Dreams are necessary to life.
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I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ
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Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
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The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.
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I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.
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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It…
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How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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