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“We forget what we say much more than what we hear, what we write much more than what we read, what we send much more than what we receive, that is why we barely count the insults we hand out to others, unlike those dealt out to us, which is why almost everyone harbors some grudge against someone.”

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Fever and Spear

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Javier Marías

Javier Marías, born on September 20, 1951, is a renowned Spanish novelist. His works are known for their unique narrative techniques and profound psychological insights, which have won him a wide audience. more

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