Leonard CohenI've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.
About This Quote
It is rather easy to forget what we read. We check it out and then we move on to something else. And, this is why we never remember all of the things we read. However, there are those who keep track of what they read and use that information to stay informed. They use that information to make better decisions and thus change the world around them for the better.
Source: Beautiful Losers
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