Whatever distinguishes one lump flesh another alive, dead. used-up she — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes Underground & Gambler

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Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground & The Gambler

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