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Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.

Jeanette Winterson

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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Prosaist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Short Story Writer
Writer
Manchester
England
Waters
Flood
Neglect
Neither
Water
Quench
Cannot
Floods
Many
Drown
Love
Kills

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