Reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema.
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I grew up the son of a director and grew up on sets myself, so I was the kid getting dragged around from this set to that set and I loved it. There's something about it which is really interesting.
The deepest need of men is not food and clothing and shelter, important as they are. It is God.

