« When words come out, fly in the air, living a moment and die, it's called talk. »
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Paul Auster
Cité de verre |
Paul Auster
Cité de verre
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« It's complicated to ask for forgiveness, it's a delicate gesture, in balance between stiffness proud and tearful contribution and if we can't open up to each other in all honesty, the apologies seem false and hollow. »
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Paul Auster
Brooklyn Follies |
Paul Auster
Brooklyn Follies
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« We are all strangers to ourselves, and if we have any sense of who we are, it's only because we live inside the gaze of others. »
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Paul Auster
Chronique d'hiver |
Paul Auster
Chronique d'hiver
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