I only keep books that I like very much. Otherwise I&#39;d throw them out.

So, my big brother was playing guitar and I figured I&#39;d try it too.

Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortal humanity. And finally, again…the sun.

The main thing is to stand up to the light, to joy (like our child) in the knowledge that I shall be extinguished in the light over gorse, asphalt, and sea, to stand up to time, or rather to eternity in the instant. To be eternal means to have existed.

Written By Max Frisch

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