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Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

Amin Maalouf

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Amin Maalouf
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: February 25
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Journalist
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Science Fiction Writer
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For it is often the way we look at other people that imprisons them within their own narrowest allegiances. And it is also the way we look at them that may set them free.
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