Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes

Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.

Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present. (Mario Vargas-Llosa)

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Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
Mario Vargas-Llosa Quotes: Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.