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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
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
Thinking
Everyone
Glasses
Given
Ahead
Young
Harder
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Lies
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Time
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Roger
Think
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