to forget a friend is sad. not everyone has a friend. and if i forget him, i may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures . . .

antoine de saint-exupéry

I did not read anything besides what was necessary for school — I mean, as a little girl — except for an encyclopedia we had and The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

My mother asked me to read it and told me it had the lesson to life. I dreaded reading it (was a child, guess around ten), fearing I would not get the lesson. Of course, I have never forgotten it.

Little Prince

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