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Because Each Of You Has His Or Her Own Death, You Carry It With You In A Secret Place From The Moment You're Born, It Belongs To You And You Belong To It.

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Because Each Of You Has His Or Her Own Death, You Carry It With You In A Secret Place From The Moment You're Born, It Belongs To You And You Belong To It.

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The World Is Governed By Institutions That Are Not Democratic - The World Bank, The Imf, The Wto.

We Use Words To Understand Each Other And Even, Sometimes, To Find Each Other.

For Me, Writing Is A Job. I Do Not Separate The Work From The Act Of Writing Like Two Things That Have Nothing To Do With Each Other. I Arrange Words One After Another, Or One In Front Of Another, To Tell A Story, To Say Something That I Consider Important Or Useful, Or At Least Important Or Useful To Me. It Is Nothing More Than This.

There Are Times When It Is Best To Be Content With What One Has, So As Not To Lose Everything.

Some Drivers Have Already Got Out Of Their Cars, Prepared To Push The Stranded Vehicle To A Spot Where It Will Not Hold Up The Traffic, They Beat Furiously On The Closed Windows, The Man Inside Turns His Head In Their Direction, First To One Side Then To The Other, He Is Clearly Shouting Something, To Judge By The Movements Of His Mouth He Appears To Be Repeating Some Words, No One Word But Three, As Turns Out To Be The Case When Someone Finally Manages To Open The Door, I Am Blind.

Why Did We Become Blind, I Don't Know, Perhaps One Day We'll Find Out, Do You Want Me To Tell You What I Think, Yes, Do, I Don't Think We Did Go Blind, I Think We Are Blind, Blind But Seeing, Blind People Who Can See, But Do Not See.

If We Cannot Live Entirely Like Human Beings, At Least Let Us Do Everything In Our Power Not To Live Entirely Like Animals.

That It's Possible Not To See A Lie Even When It's In Front Of Us.

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