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A writer's working hours are his waking hours. He is working as long as he is conscious and frequently when he isn't.

Edna Ferber

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Edna Ferber
Age: 80 †
Born: 1887
Born: August 15
Died: 1968
Died: April 16
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
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Appleton
Wisconsin
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