When a book is alive, really alive, you feel it. You put it to your ear here, and you feel it breathe, sometimes laugh, sometimes cry, just like a person, a little person.
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Nationality: Uruguayan Type: Journalist Born: September 3, 1940 |
“Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.”
“I'm very lucky because I love fruit and to this day, that has saved me because I'd much rather have fruit than cookies.”