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You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.Marguerite Duras
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You ask: Why is the malady of death fatal? She answers: Because whoever has it doesn't know he's a carrier, of death. And also because he's like to die without any life to die to, and without evn knowing that's what he's doing.Marguerite Duras