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The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal by Lily Koppel
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“Florence has a passion for books. When she saw the one she was seeking, she would recognize it, as if the volume had belonged to her in a previous life.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
“How I love - writing, acting, breathing the atmosphere- and one day I'll have it. If I cannot write, I shall die.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
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“We are living now. We shall not live long. No one should tell us we shall live again. This is our little while. This is our chance.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
“Read until my eyes ached--- it was hardly important---but proof again that there is always an escape.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
“Manhattan was kaleidoscopic. Cubist. Just when she was feeling one way, the seasons changed, and so did she.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
“Where did all the creativity go?' she wondered aloud as she pondered the newly rediscovered story of her youth. 'If I was true to myself, would I have ended up living this ordinary life?”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
“Am reading the life of Mozart and cannot help thinking that one's capacity for suffering is in direct proportion to one's greatness.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal
“To live in books is cowardly---but people are not worth investigation.”
Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life through the Pages of a Lost Journal