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All our lives are activity without meaning we burrow ratlike into life and we squirm ratlike through it and ratlike we are flung into our graves at the end. Now and then, why shouldn't we hear a voice of prophecy.

Gregory Maguire

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Gregory Maguire
Age: 70
Born: 1954
Born: June 9
Novelist
Writer
Albany
New York
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Hear
Squirm
Voice
Burrow
Lives
Flung
Ends
Prophecy
Without
Graves
Life
Shouldn
Activity

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