Robert Harris

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To say she was my girlfriend was absurd: no one the wrong side of thirty has a girlfriend… I suppose I ought to have realize it’s ominous that forty thousand years of human language had failed to produce a word for our relationship

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People perish. Books are immortal

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Civilization was a relentless war that man was doomed to lose eventually. - Pg. 195

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For them, it was just an ordinary miracle

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Nature has granted man no better gift than the shortness of life. The senses grow dull, the limbs are numb, sight, bearing, gait, even the teeth and alimentary organs die before we do, and yet this period is reckoned a portion of life." - Pg. 82