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Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.
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Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.
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