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If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
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Fantasy Author
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Salt Lake City
Utah
Colin
Wet
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Firth

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Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.
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Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.
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. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.
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I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.
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I cannot write to anyone outside myself--if I tried, it would be a horrible story, flat and lifeless. I write to myself. That's the only person I'm trying to please.
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