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I have to admit that I only read War and Peace when I was 40. But I knew the basics before then.
Umberto Eco
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Umberto Eco
Age: 84 †
Born: 1932
Born: January 5
Died: 2016
Died: February 19
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Followers of the occult believe in only what they already know, and in those things that confirm what they have already learned.
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Because of lies, we can produce and invent a possible world.
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We are a pluralist civilisation because we allow mosques to be built in our countries, and we are not going to stop simply because Christian missionaries are thrown into prison in Kabul. If we did so, we too would become Taliban.
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By means of the sign, man frees himself from the here and now for abstraction.
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