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Be the Book

I don't often find that quote alone is worthy of an entire blog post...but this one is. I'm reading Erica Jong's memoir, a book I picked up randomly the other day.

I'm enjoying it immensely.

She's got this quote at the beginning. Enjoy.

"When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books. However systematically you try to destroy them, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy a shelf-life in some corner of an out-of-the-way library somewhere, in Reykjavik, Valladolid, or Vancouver." - Amos Oz

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Anonymous said…
Awesome!
Have you read her book Fear of Flying? A classic, for sure.
Lindy Loo said…
Dig it! Also dig the new header!

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