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Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces we have to think up our lies ahead of time.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Science Fiction Writer
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Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
Think
Faces
Glass
Thinking
Everyone
Glasses
Given
Ahead
Young
Harder
Live
Lies
Enough
Cause
Even
Causes
Time
Lying
Roger

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That's what marriage is good for it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser
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He gave you to me, she said, so low I could hardly hear her. Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.
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