Quote by Michael Robertson Jr Download Open image ““raised his glass. “To keeping the pages turning,” he said.”” — Michael Robertson Jr ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“He turned the pages in steady progression, though now and then he would seem to linger upon one page, one line, perhaps one word. He would not look up then. He would not move, apparently arrested and held immobile by a single word which had perhaps not yet impacted, his whole being suspended by the single trivial combination of letters… — William Faulkner Copy Share
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