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As A Child I Was An Inveterate Liar. As Opposed To Now, I Am A Novelist.

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It Is So Hard To Leave—until You Leave. And Then It Is The Easiest Goddamned Thing In The World.

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Do You Ever Wonder Whether People Would Like You More Or Less If They Could See Inside You? But I Always Wonder About That. If People Could See Me The Way I See Myself—if They Could Live In My Memories—would Anyone, Anyone, Love Me?