The real heroes were my good buddies who died during the battles.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

When I was 5 years old, my mother read me &#39;Gone With The Wind&#39; at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year.

To say “I” is to draw a circle in which writer and reader share a common existence within the margins of the page, where reality and unreality rub off each other, where words and what the words name contaminate each other.

Written By Alberto Manguel

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