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I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light. I was in the grip of that blinding, destructive, terrible thing -- righteous indignation.

Anzia Yezierska

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Anzia Yezierska
Age: 90 †
Born: 1880
Born: October 29
Died: 1970
Died: November 20
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