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I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the discipline is to quit.

Barbara Kingsolver

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Barbara Kingsolver
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: April 8
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Annapolis
Maryland
Discipline
Possible
Moment
Write
Moments
Humanly
Night
Quit
Writing
Quitting
Every
Lack

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