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I Like To Read Fiction Best And I Like To Write Fiction, Too.

Something Awful Happens To A Person Who Grows Up As A Creative Kid And Suddenly Finds No Creative Outlet As An Adult.

No Place Has Delicatessen Like New York.

Concentrate On How Good If Feels To Be Alive. No Matter What. Just To See The Color Of The Sky, Just To Smell The Air, And Feel The Wind In Your Face

When [books Ban] Happened, I Felt Completely Alone And That Was Scary And Sad.