Jonathan Safran FoerI want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
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I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time. I want to have an endless supply of time so I can do whatever I want. An infinity of time is more than enough for me to do all my dreams. With an infinite number of blank pages, I don’t have to worry about writing down what I want to say. Instead, I can express myself in any way that is best suited to me.
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