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No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then, and I will answer.

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William Goldman
Age: 87 †
Born: 1931
Born: August 12
Died: 2018
Died: November 16
Novelist
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Screenwriter
Writer
Highland Park
Illinois
S. Morgenstern
Harry Longbaugh
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Someday
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Care
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Enough
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Work
Lucky
Make
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Craftsman

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