people who matter, things that matter, even if they're the last things ... sometimes the last things are the ones you really, really need. Paul Auster turned 66 yesterday, he gave reading back to me and for that i shall always carry him in my heart ...
“If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.” Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
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