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“Here, then, is the answer. A degree of cruelty is necessary because Garth, like most men, can only deposit his needs at her feet, can only declare his love—that romantic hallucination, which would begin to fade as soon as she said yes—can only say, Here is my desire, here is my loneliness, what are you going to do about it?”

Quote by Michael Cunningham

Book:Day
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Day

This book delves into the philosophical and existential aspects of time, examining the nature of human experience and the passage of days. more

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Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham is an American writer renowned for his novel 'The Hours', which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1998. His works often explore themes of identity, memory, and gender. more

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