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“Her religious beliefs went first, for all she could ask of a god, or of immortality, was the gift of a place where daughters love their mothers; the other attributes of Heaven you could have for a song.”

Quote by Thornton Wilder

Book:The Bridge of San Luis Rey
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The Bridge of San Luis Rey

In this classic novel, the author delves into the lives of various characters connected to the tragic event of a bridge collapse in colonial Peru. The narrative intertwines the fates of the monks with those of the local villagers, revealing a tapestry of human emotions and the search for meaning in the face of tragedy. more

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Thornton Wilder
Thornton Wilder

American playwright, renowned for his works 'Our Town' and 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?'. His works are characterized by deep insight and a unique style, profoundly influencing 20th-century American theater. more

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