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For this quiet, unprepossessing, passive man who has no garden in front of his subsidised flat, books are like flowers. He loves to line them up on the shelf in multicoloured rows: he watches over each of them with an old-fashioned gardener's delight, holds them like fragile objects in his thin, bloodless hands.Stefan Zweig
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There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.Stefan Zweig