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No, I don't harbor any mystical ideas about writing, Your Honor, it's work like any other kind of craft the power of literature, I've always thought, lies in how willful the act of making it is.

Nicole Krauss

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