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In life, the classroom is everywhere. The exam comes at the very end.

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Anna Quindlen
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: July 8
Author
Columnist
Journalist
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Philadelphia
Pennsylvania
Anna Marie Quindlen
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London opens to you like a novel itself. [...] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand.
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We almost manage to forget that things happen that we don't anticipate.
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Here is the real domino theory - gay man to gay man, bisexual man to straight woman, addict mother to newborn baby, they all fall down and someday it will come to you.
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I never think about issues when I'm working on a novel. Issues are things that happen to people in sufficient numbers to elicit widespread attention in other words, they're just life happening. That's what I think about: life, and telling a story.
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There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
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Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts in spring look at a full moon hanging silver in a black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is glorious, and that you have no business taking it for granted.
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I did not read from a sense of superiority, or advancement, or even learning. I read because I loved it more than any other activity on earth.
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I conveniently forgot to remember that people only have two hands, or, as another parent once said of having a third child, it's time for a zone defense instead of man-to-man.
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I hope readers will do what I do when I read a novel I like: talk in ways that will illuminate their own lives.
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And I don't have to listen to a sermon to know what to think or feel about them. It's almost as if I absorbed completely what mattered most to me, and the rest could go.
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I remember adolescence, the years of having the impulse control of a mousetrap, of being as private as a safe-deposit box.
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Socialized medicine, some still cry, but it's long been socialized, with those covered paying for those who are underinsured. American medicine is simply socialized badly, penny wise and pound foolish.
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One of the useful things about age is realizing conventional wisdom is often simply inertia with a candy coating of conformity.
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With reference to the younger generation...If the experience of their exhausted, insomniac, dispirited elders makes them decide they'd prefer not to go straight from the classroom to the cubicle to the coffin, it doesn't mean they're lazy. It means they're sane.
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Raising children is a spur-of-the-moment, seat-of-the-pants sort of deal, as any parent knows, particularly after an adult child says that his most searing memory consists of an offhand comment in the car on the way to second grade that the parent cannot even dimly recall.
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