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If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.
The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence. Remembering heaven. That was the essence of hell.
| Peter Ackroyd, Author (1949) |
| Naima Adedapo, Musician (1984) |
| Karen Allen, Actress (1951) |
| Daniel Baldwin, Actor (1960) |
| Clive Barker, Writer (1952) |
| Rene Cassin, Judge (1887) |
| Bill Dana, Comedian (1924) |
| Jonathan Edwards, Clergyman (1703) |
| Jesse Eisenberg, Actor (1983) |
| John Erskine, Poet (1879) |
| Rodney Dangerfield, Comedian (2004) |
| Steve Jobs, Businessman (2011) |


