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“When men start killing other men, a craving for death enters their heart, and to kill becomes the solution for every difficulty, however small.”

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Pearl S. Buck
Pearl S. Buck

Pearl S. Buck was a prominent American writer born on June 26, 1892, and died on March 6, 1973. She is celebrated for her works that delve into Chinese culture and life, earning her the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1932 for her novel 'The Good Earth'. more

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