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Gabriel Garcia Marquez

"He dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips, her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins."

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"He dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips, her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins."

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"There is no conclusive evidence of life after death, but there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know, so why fret about it?"

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"After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here."

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"One can not come back from life."

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"Nothing matters when you are dead, and, you are dead when nothing matters."

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"Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me."

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"Will be there any spinoff?A lesson?Person of Interest have a lessons... first we all die alone as a second when you start understanding the somebody... it comes a moment when the cards end up and he dies."

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"You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything"and I advise you to do the same."

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"Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand."

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"Today here, then there, then DEAD (IT"S A FACT, you can't do anything just take it like this.... or be prepare for the worst. Who is prepared never get suprised easy!)."

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"We men are the miserable slaves of prejudice. 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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"Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido."
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"Her movements were so stealthy that she seemed to be an invisible creature. Frightened by her strange nature, her mother had hung a cowbell around the girl's wrist so she would not lose track of her in the shadows of the house."
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"When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her."
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"My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show."
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"For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood."
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