It was a pleasure to burn.
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- -Ray Bradbury,
Fahrenheit 451
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
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- -Gabriel García Márquez,
One Hundred Years of Solitude
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
-George Orwell,1984