Literature is My (Su)rreal Utopia: Oscar Wilde

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Tuesday, 6 January 2015

A woman of no importance, by Oscar Wilde

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I had never lost my interest in books. Reading was my scape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author´s words reverberating in your head.

BROOKLIN FOLLIES, Paul Auster

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