« When will you stop prefer you her to me? This is the terrible question posed to us by God. »
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Julien Green
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Julien Green
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« It's true, God is dead cold. He knocks on the doors, but that never opens? The seat's taken. By who? By ourselves. »
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Julien Green
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Julien Green
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« We don't tell the love that they say happiness. »
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Julien Green
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Julien Green
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