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Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.
, published 54 years ago on July 11th, 1960 (via
If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.
Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day (via