Knowledge is a sum of good and bad experiences.

This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries – embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not.

It’s like, if you—people of a certain age—would make some effort to just stay in touch with sort of basic, modern-day events, then your kids wouldn’t have to take these drastic measures.

The smells, the shadows, even the dappled pale trunks of the plane trees lifted my spirits

Written By Donna Tartt

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