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“Peter Lake had no illusions about mortality. He knew that it made everyone perfectly equal, and that the treasures of the earth were movement, courage, laughter, and love. The wealthy could not buy these things. On the contrary, they were for the taking.”

Quote by Mark Helprin

Work

Winter's Tale

This classic novel intertwines the lives of two individuals across centuries, blending elements of fantasy with historical and romantic storytelling. more

Author

Mark Helprin
Mark Helprin

Mark Helprin is an American novelist born on June 28, 1947. His works are known for their rich imagination, profound philosophical insights, and unique narrative style. more

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