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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Warum man schreibt, ist eine Frage die sich der Schriftsteller, völlig versunken in seine Arbeit, nicht stellt. Theorien sind das Gebiet derer, die nicht handeln. - Quote by Joyce Carol Oates

Warum man schreibt, ist eine Frage die sich der Schriftsteller, völlig versunken in seine Arbeit, nicht stellt. Theorien sind das Gebiet derer, die nicht handeln.

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I'm sure all that you've heard is just the usual gossip, invented to injure feelings rather than illuminate truth.
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