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Friday, March 12, 2010

Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.

--Don DeLillo in a letter to Jonathan Franzen, 1996.

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