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[My characters are] conglomerations of past and present stages of civilization, bits from books and newspapers, scraps of humanity, rags and tatters of fine clothing, patched together as is the human soul
August Strindberg
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August Strindberg
Age: 63 †
Born: 1849
Born: January 22
Died: 1912
Died: May 14
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I dream, therefore I exist.
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It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.
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Religion must be a punishment, because nobody gets religion who does not have a bad conscience.
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Silence hides nothing. Words conceal.
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No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.
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In the old days, one married a wife now one forms a company with a female partner, or moves in to live with a friend. And then one seduces the partner, or defiles the friend.
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God preserve us from writers who regurgitate what they have learnt from books! It is people's secrets we want to know - it is the natural history of the human heart that we have been trying to put down for a thousand years and everyone must and can leave their contribution.
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On the much revered family of North American mythology - and a metaphor for the Ruling Alliance: Sacred family! .... The supposed home of all the virtues, where innocent children are tortured into their first falsehoods, where wills are broken by parental tyranny, and self-respect smothered by crowded, jostling egos.
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