Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf” came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying “wolf, wolf” and there was no wolf behind him.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lessons on Literature
Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf” came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying “wolf, wolf” and there was no wolf behind him.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lessons on Literature

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I like space, literature, alone time, groovin', whales, unicorns, any type of cat, trippin' out, sweet tunes, cheese, pizza, and trashy tv.

Mostly I have this because I read a book once where a girl said "I hate it when I forget something. I don't ever want to forget anything." and I'm just trying to keep track.