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“We were doing the best we could with what we had left, and more and more it was like Diogenes tossing away the tin cup because he could drink with his hands. It turns out there is no end to learning what you can do without.”

Quote by Paul Monette

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Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir

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Paul Monette
Paul Monette

Paul Monette was an American author known for his profound and sincere literary works. His writings often focused on the LGBTQ+ community, particularly the lives of gay men. Monette's works are celebrated for their deep insights into emotions and identity, and have had a significant impact on the literary world. more

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