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But When A Woman Decides To Sleep With A Man, There Is No Wall She Will Not Scale, No Fortress She Will Not Destroy, No Moral Consideration She Will Not Ignore At Its Very Root: There Is No God Worth Worrying About.

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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But When A Woman

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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But When A Woman Decides To Sleep With A Man, There Is No Wall She Will Not Scale, No Fortress She Will Not Destroy, No Moral Consideration She Will Not Ignore At Its Very Root: There Is No God Worth Worrying About.

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Opened The Door A Crack Wide Enough For The Entire World To Pass Through .

Curiosity Is One Of The Many Masks Of Love.

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You Have To Have Spent The Night At Sea, Sitting In A Life Raft And Looking At Your Watch, To Know That The Night Is Immeasurably Longer Than The Day.

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Music Is Important For One's Health.

If Men Gave Birth, They'd Be Less Inconsiderate.

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No Medicine Cures What Happiness Cannot.

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It Is Impossible To Explain. But What I Like Most Is To Eat.

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