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My novels aren't really generated by a single conceptual spark it's more a process of many different elements that come together unexpectedly over a long period of time.

Donna Tartt

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Donna Tartt
Age: 60
Born: 1963
Born: December 23
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Mississippi
Donna Louise Tartt
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