But it's for every writer to decide his own pace, and the pace varies with the writer and the work
Donna TarttIt happened in New York, April 10th, nineteen years ago. Even my hand balks at the date. I had to push to write it down, just to keep the pen moving on the paper. It used to be a perfectly ordinary day, but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.
Donna TarttChildren - if you think back really what it was like to be a child and what it was like to know other children - children lie all the time
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