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Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age t

Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi. – Oprah Winfrey

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You know you are on the road to success if you would do your job, and not be paid for it. – Oprah Winfrey

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As you become more clear about who you really are, youll be better able to decide what is best for you – the first time around. – Oprah Winfrey

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True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. – Kurt Vonnegut

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We live in an age when to be young and to be indifferent can be no longer synonymous. We must prepare for the coming hour. The claims of the Future are represented by suffering millions and the Youth of a Nation are the trustees of Posterity. – Benjamin Disraeli

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The great secret that all old people share is that you really havent changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you dont change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion. – Doris Lessing

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Age does not matter if the matter does not age. – Jean Paul

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