A Quote by Svetlana Alexievich

Ten to 15 of my childhood friends from Minsk died of cancer. Chernobyl kills. — © Svetlana Alexievich
Ten to 15 of my childhood friends from Minsk died of cancer. Chernobyl kills.
My - both my sisters died with pancreatic cancer. My brother died with pancreatic cancer. My daddy died of pancreatic cancer. My mother died with breast cancer.
My mother, father, stepmother and surrogate mother have all died of cancer; my best friend has got terminal cancer and at least five of my other friends have had cancer but survived it.
My father passed from cancer in 2000; his brother died of cancer before that. My grandfather died of cancer.
I have people that have died from cancer and friends that are dealing with cancer.
I always thought I would die of cancer because my mom and my dad both died of cancer. My dad died of osteocancer, and my mom died of colon cancer.
In 1971, my mother died of cancer and within a year my first husband Alec Ross died, also from cancer.
I don't have many Russian friends. My childhood friends are dead - either from bad health, or they died in perestroika.
... tobacco kills 52,000 people a year from lung cancer, and there's no telling how many lives have been ruined through drinking.But to my knowledge, no one has ever died of a blow job.
More people have died in the name of religion than have ever died of cancer. And we try to cure cancer... What makes us take up arms against those who pray to the same God with different words?
In truth, I barely knew my father at all. He was 53 when I was born, and when I was ten he contracted cancer. Eight years later, in 1979, he died.
Man's destructive hand spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing.
You tell me the truth. You tell me that my son died for oil. You tell me that my son died to make your friends rich. You tell me my son died to spread the cancer of Pax Americana, imperialism in the Middle East.
My son died from cancer. My granddaughter died from cancer. I have a lot of reasons to think that reality is not a friendly neighborhood. And the stories that I tell distract me, and if I do the job right, they distract people from things that are happening to them that they wish had never happened.
It wasn't sexual in its element. I wasn't being exploited. I was doing what happened. It was very challenging because I played Phyllis from 15 years old to 53 when she died of breast cancer.
Before Chernobyl or without Chernobyl the nuclear power was the safe thing.
Ten years after the Chernobyl accident, and am I the only one that's disappointed? Still no superheros.
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