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911ba01	For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...	bradbury dead destroyed dust fahrinheit jackets knowledge many more nothing pages person ray so to	Ray Bradbury
1dc5822	Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?	books face faces pages search shop shops window windows	Virginia Woolf
0b94b24	At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.	pages speak words	Markus Zusak
e0a190d	The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?	pages touch words	Markus Zusak
e63af64	In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.	books pages secret world	Alberto Manguel
22ad072	Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don't know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you're just middle of the road like me.	answers end know middle-of-the-road pages smart surprise	Markus Zusak
bbd169c	But it has often happened that I have found the most seductive depictions of sin in the pages of those very men of incorruptible virtue who condemned their spell and their effects.	pages sin virtue	Umberto Eco
4bc0df9	She refused at first, saying it would make a mockery of their love. She loved him too much to admit that what she thought of as unforgettable could ever be forgotten. Finally, of course, she did as he asked, but without enthusiasm. The notebooks showed it: they had many empty pages, and the entries were fragmentary.	forgotten fragmentary love mockery pages unforgettable	Milan Kundera

911ba01

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

bradbury dead destroyed dust fahrinheit jackets knowledge many more nothing pages person ray so to

Ray Bradbury

1dc5822

Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?

books face faces pages search shop shops window windows

Virginia Woolf

0b94b24

At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.

pages speak words

Markus Zusak

e0a190d

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

pages touch words

Markus Zusak

e63af64

In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.

books pages secret world

Alberto Manguel

22ad072

Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don't know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you're just middle of the road like me.

answers end know middle-of-the-road pages smart surprise

Markus Zusak

bbd169c

But it has often happened that I have found the most seductive depictions of sin in the pages of those very men of incorruptible virtue who condemned their spell and their effects.

pages sin virtue

Umberto Eco

4bc0df9

She refused at first, saying it would make a mockery of their love. She loved him too much to admit that what she thought of as unforgettable could ever be forgotten. Finally, of course, she did as he asked, but without enthusiasm. The notebooks showed it: they had many empty pages, and the entries were fragmentary.

forgotten fragmentary love mockery pages unforgettable

Milan Kundera