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Time, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that we are being beaten.

Haruki Murakami

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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
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