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“Anyone who is considered funny will tell you, sometimes without your even asking, that deep inside they are very serious, neurotic, introspective people.”

Quote by Wendy Wasserstein

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Wendy Wasserstein
Wendy Wasserstein

Wendy Wasserstein was an American playwright born on October 18, 1950, and passed away on January 30, 2006. Known for her insightful characterizations and humorous touch, her works include 'The Heidi Chronicles' and 'The Sisters Rosensweig'. Wasserstein's plays often explore themes of female identity, career choices, and family life. more

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