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Is it easier for a man to live his life again as a fish, than to accept the wonder of being human? So alone, so frightened, so wanting for what we are afraid to give tongue to.

Richard Flanagan

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Richard Flanagan
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: January 1
Film Director
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Longford
Tasmania
Australia
Richard Miller Flanagan
Life
Alone
Fishes
Art
Wanting
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Tongue
Live
Accept
Human
Afraid
Humans
Accepting
Giving
Easier
Frightened
Men
Wonder
Fish

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