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No-fault guilt: This is when, instead of trying to figure out who's to blame, everyone pays.
Judith Viorst
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Judith Viorst
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: February 2
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Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.
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[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off.
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I think I'll move to Australia.
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