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My home was in a pleasant place outside of Philadelphia. But I really lived, truly lived, somewhere else. I lived within the covers of books.

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Anna Quindlen
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: July 8
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Philadelphia
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Anna Marie Quindlen
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It is so easy to exist instead of live.
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