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« The ugliness is a form of violence. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « Death, is what escapes us. The ultimate gaffe. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « The marriage is the constraint on one body! Already it is a prisoner of his own! And when the machine loose, everything is finished. » Francine Noël « Possessions weigh us. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « Maybe, that is aging, a perpetual headache which extends to the whole body and consuming him. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « When telling people we love solitude, you end up snack all his soul! » Francine Noël (Babel prise deux) « Politics, it is the practice of the compromise. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « The feeling of love is measured by the size of the shortfall to the feverish State in which the absence of the other plunges us. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « The actors have a defect: they see reality as a fiction and vice versa. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « It is really not, love, it is fatal! » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « Can you love "a little"? Surely! There are those who spend their lives to save and love 'a little'. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « Art is a survival mode. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « Love, even shared, it never is also. Only friendship is fair. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « Choosing is eliminated. » Francine Noël (Maryse) « The heart is first in the head. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) « It hastens to evacuate the things we don't understand. » Francine Noël (Maryse) « Education perpetuates the memory of the world and gives every day sense, a parcel of sense. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « Political exiles are mired in their past and no future; their offspring escapes them, as much as the past fails them. » Francine Noël (Maryse) « There are things that tell each other hurt and humiliation is one. » Francine Noël (Maryse) « The trouble with irony, is that people don't always grasp. » Francine Noël (Myriam première) « A newspaper writing is a solitary pleasure. A relief, rather. A spillway for rabies. » Francine Noël (Babel, prise deux) | You can give this short story one to five stars. Five being the maximum score. Simply click on the desired number of stars. Envoyer
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