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I used to think that if I had a choice between writing well and living well, I would choose the former. But now I think that's sheer lunacy. Writing weighs so much less, in the great cosmic equation, than living.

Nicole Krauss

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
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