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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Carter

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sudan_genocide

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I am like a baby bird,

with my mouth open for your kiss.

I am quivering with the fear

that you will dash my head upon the rocks

where sparrows will lap up my blood

with their tiny pink tongues.

How vulnerable am I

to your whims and desires,

to your sudden changes in mood.

My bones would crumble to dust,

My blood would stop pumping

if you craved that type of amusement.

So please,

do not dash my head against the rocks.

I am vulnerable for you.

I am your baby bird.

I have faith in you. I am trusting you,

to trust yourself with me.

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"As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about.

But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?" - Milan Kundera

"The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to earth, the more real and truthful they become.

Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.

What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?" - Milan Kundera

"...We with our passionate involvement in bonding together while standing alone, in staving off death while worshipping its irresistible power, in shrugging off interference while meddling in the lives of others', in being the sole unique individual in a world of people who are all alike, we are strange indeed among all the plants and animals, who unlike us know their place, and if they think of God at all do not imagine him to be their kin, or themselves to be his heirs." - Orson Scott Card.

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