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“No, that must not be allowed to happen, and when the end comes, at least may he be granted the dignity for his heart to stop while he is pushing out the one last sentence of his own, preferably the final words of a loud fuck-you adressed to the power-hungry madmen who rule the world.”

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Paul Auster
Paul Auster

Paul Auster is an American author known for his unique narrative style and philosophical reflections. His works often explore themes of identity, memory, and reality, and have won him a wide audience. more

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