The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
I write to recover what time has taken. Memory is not a record of the past but the past itself, preserved in sensation — taste, smell, the angle of afternoon light. The novel I'm writing is very long; I apologize for nothing.