# Quote — Simon Sebag Montefiore, One Night in Winter

> Sex fills just a few hours of our entire existence, he realized, and yet those precious minutes count more than months and years of our normal lives.

- Author: [Simon Sebag Montefiore](https://www.leafyquotes.com/simon-sebag-montefiore.md)
- Book: [One Night in Winter](https://www.leafyquotes.com/simon-sebag-montefiore/one-night-in-winter.md)
- Page: 395
- Source: [Wikiquote](https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Simon_Sebag_Montefiore#One_Night_in_Winter_(2013)) ([CC BY-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/))
- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/simon-sebag-montefiore/one-night-in-winter/sex-fills-just

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