In the end, your past is not my past and your truth is not my truth and your solution - is not my solution.
Zadie SmithThen you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing, this belonging,it seems like some long, dirty lie ... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents, that everything is an accident. But if you believe that, where do you go? What do you do? What does anything matter?
Zadie SmithI don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for.
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