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«When I started writing seriously — by which I mean that I was serious in my intentions and commitment, which seem to me the main things a writer can control — I started by writing sentences. I spent a lot of time, sometimes a day, sometimes the better part of a week, on each one, moving its parts around, weighing the thing in my hand, struggling to achieve balance and shapeliness, waiting for all the pieces to click perfectly into place.» — Christopher R. Beha

publicou o Bibliotecário de Babel às 16:38 de Terça-feira, 4 de Setembro de 2012 para o arquivo Geral.

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