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Marguerite Yourcenar
A young musician...
A young musician plays scales in his room and only bores his family. A beginning writer, on the other hand, sometimes...
The memory of...
The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to...
Leaving behind books...
Leaving behind books is even more beautiful -- there are far too many children.
I have never...
I have never seasoned a truth with the sauce of a lie in order to digest it more easily.
If I make...
If I make it, I will carry a pencil instead of the ritual sword.
Source: On her...
A young musician...
A young musician plays scales in his room and only bores his family. A beginning writer, on the other hand, sometimes...
The memory of...
The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to...
Leaving behind books...
Leaving behind books is even more beautiful -- there are far too many children.
I have never...
I have never seasoned a truth with the sauce of a lie in order to digest it more easily.
If I make...
If I make it, I will carry a pencil instead of the ritual sword.
Source: On her...