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A Librettist is a mere drudge in the world of opera.
Robertson Davies
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Robertson Davies
Age: 82 †
Born: 1913
Born: August 28
Died: 1995
Died: December 3
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William Robertson Davies
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There is absolutely no point in sitting down to write a book unless you feel that you must write that book, or else go mad, or die.
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Every man makes his own summer. The season has no character of its own, unless one is a farmer with a professional concern for the weather.
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If you don't hurry up and let life know what you want, life will damned soon show you what you'll get.
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The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty.(...) Every hour is filled with such moments, big with significance for someone.
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