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I do labor - it's part of the process. Writing is no easier today than it was in the beginning: writing well is very hard to do. Always.

Nicholas Sparks

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Nicholas Sparks
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: January 1
Athletics Competitor
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Taekwondo Athlete
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Nicholas Charles Sparks
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I think that setting a novel in a small town taps into a sense of nostalgia among readers. People tend to believe life is different in small towns, and frankly, it is different.
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Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part...I do not know where I am going or when I will get there.
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Were all first loves like that? Somehow she doubted it even now it struck her as being more real than anything she'd ever known. Sometimes it saddened her to think that she'd never experience that kind of feeling again, but then life had a way of stamping out that intensity of passion she'd learned all too well that love wasn't always enough.
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Allie would love what you've done, he remarked. She was always a softie when it came to things like this. I folded my hands in my lap. I wish she could be there this weekend. Noah glanced at the stack of letters. I knew he was imagining Allie, and for a brief moment, he looked strangely younger. So do I, he said.
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She laughed, and the sound was so melodic that I knew I wanted to hear it again.
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Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.
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Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
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Each recognized the fact that real commitment could be proven only through the passage of time.
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As I write, I am struggling with the ghost of someone I loved and lost. I now understand more fully the difficulties you were going through, and I realize how painful it must have been for you to move on.
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How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn't know and didn't care, and before I could stop them, the words were already out. You're beautiful, I murmured.
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In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life.
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Novels are very different than films and I love to see someone else's imagining of my story.
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But when the Holy Spirit controls our lives, he will produce this kind of fruit in us: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Galatians 5:22
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The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.
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