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For everyone is pained by the thought of disappearing, unheard and unseen, into an indifferent universe, and because of that everyone wants, while there is still time, to turn himself into a universe of words.
Milan Kundera
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Milan Kundera
Age: 95
Born: 1929
Born: April 1
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Unheard
Everyone
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Thought
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