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No matter how much you've read. It doesn't matter what have you written in your entire life. Nothing of this matters when your son is dying or the love of your life has just broken your heart or you've lost your parents or you are just so damn happy that nothing else exists in the world beside the scene in front of you. At that kind of moments, you won't remember a single quote or a single fictional face of the characters of the book that has marked you in ways that nothing else would ever do (or at least you thought at that time). At that very moment, the books can't console you, and if someone ever dares to say otherwise, they don't know what I'm talking you about, they have never had those very moments when all you want to do is to scream and hit anything and just be angry with the world and God or whatever, always asking "Why me? Why this? Why them…?" Nothing ever prepares you to those kind of moments. You can read and write and think that you know it all, the feelings, the thoughts, everything, but you don't. You can hide under tons of books thinking that they're more worth of than living in the real world, because there's nothing out there that a book can't tell you about. But you are wrong. When reality crashes into you… no book has ever prepared you to it, not even the tears you've shed for the tragedies or the laughs for the merry moments. Everything seems vain in those moments where all changes and you're obliged to confront your fears, the joy and the facts, and books can tell you about it in thousand of ways, but they never get to make you be in there, in that moment, you think they do, but they don't and you can realize that when it gets to happen to you. And you're never going to think "Ah, Shakespeare would describe this as a…" No, damn it! That doesn't happen and won't happen ever because in the moment everything tightens and your vision is blurry and… and whatever!