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Is this not the true romantic feeling not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.

Thomas Wolfe

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Thomas Wolfe
Age: 37 †
Born: 1900
Born: October 3
Died: 1938
Died: September 15
Dramaturge
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Asheville
North Carolina
Thomas Clayton Wolfe
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