June 2012
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I came into the world with a beautiful wound; that was all I was furnished with.
– A Country Doctor, Franz Kafka
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My heart was a hysterical, unreliable organ.
– Vladimir Nabokov
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People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.
– Charles Bukowski
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