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What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one's brilliance.

Muriel Barbery

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Muriel Barbery
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: May 28
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Brilliance
Littles
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Merely
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Lavish
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The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.
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Entrusting one's life is not the same as opening up one's soul.
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We never look beyond our assumptions and what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others we just meet ourselves.
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I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.
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The strong ones among humans do nothing. They talk and talk again.
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... they have never seen you ... I would recognize you anywhere.
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..if you dread tomorrow, it's because you don't know how to build the present, you tell yourself you can deal with it tomorrow, and it's a lost cause anyway because tomorrow always ends up becoming today, don't you see?
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If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.
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Poverty is a reaper: it harvests everything inside us that might have made us capable of social intercourse with others, and leaves us empty, purged of feeling, so that we may endure all the darkness of the present day.
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I won't get any better by punishing the people I can't heal.
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Pastries . . . can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to full some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world.
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To beauty, all is forgiven, even vulgarity. Intelligence no longer seems an adequate compensation for things.
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...I am an anomaly in the system, living proof of how grotesque it is, and every day I mock it gently, deep within my impenetrable self.
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Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.
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. . . maybe that's what life's all about: there's a lof of despair, but also the odd moments of beauty, where time is no longer the same . . . [like] something suspended . . . an elsewhere . . . an always within a never. Yes, that's is, an always within a never.
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A man who farts in bed . . . is a man who loves life.
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We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.
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