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Criticism at the wrong time, even if it's legitimate criticism, can be seriously damaging and make the writer lose faith in what he's doing. It's the timing that's all-important.

Donna Tartt

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Donna Tartt
Age: 60
Born: 1963
Born: December 23
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Greenwood
Mississippi
Donna Louise Tartt
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I think it's hard to write about children and to have an idea of innocence.
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Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.
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When you feel homesick,’ he said, ‘just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.
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Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?
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