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Left Quotes by Ray Bradbury
- Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is…
- Writing is like sex. You have to save your love for the love object. If you go around spouting about your idea, there'll be no…
- From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living.…
- Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.
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