Literature is My (Su)rreal Utopia
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
I don't think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.
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