To talk of a modern work of art enduring is sillier than talking of the eternal values of Standard Oil.

Raoul Vaneigem
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In a time where we judge a book by its cover and throw it out the moment we see its flaws, writers and artists need to be able to accept their mistakes as part of the process of creating a work of art. While it is true that some books are instant hits, others take years before they are recognized as classics. They can endure as long as those who make them.

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