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“If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all.”
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“Every moment of one’s existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.”
― Advertisements for Myself
― Advertisements for Myself
“And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive.
But better than both is he who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun”
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But better than both is he who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun”
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“There is a story about the life of Buddha in which a mother carries her dead son to him draped in her arms. The woman has heard that he is a holy man who can restore life. Weeping, she appeals for mercy. Gently, Buddha tells her that he can help save her son’s life, but that first she has to bring him a mustard seed secured from a family that has never experienced death. Desperately she searches home after home. Many want to help, but everyone has already experienced a loss--a sister, a husband, a child. Finally the woman returns to Buddha. “What have you found?” he asks. “Where is your mustard seed and where is your son? You are not carrying him.”
“I buried him,” she replies”
― When Broken Glass Floats: Growing Up Under the Khmer Rouge
“I buried him,” she replies”
― When Broken Glass Floats: Growing Up Under the Khmer Rouge
“There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same.”
― The Deer Park
― The Deer Park
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