If I'd learned nothing else, it was this: If you want to be a great writer, be a man. If you can't be a man, write like one.
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Type: Novelist Born: September 30, 1969 |
“Where I lived, it was a cold mining place, a village called Dunston. The only time you saw a Rolls-Royce was when somebody died.”
“All our discontents about what we want appeared to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.”