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“I am terribly glad to be alive; and when I have wit enough to think about it, terribly proud to be a man and an American, with all the rights and privileges that those words connote; and most of all I am humble before the responsibilities that are also mine. For no right comes without a responsibility, and being born luckier than most of the world's millions, I am also born more obligated.”

Quote by Wallace Stegner

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Stealing Glances: Three Interviews with Wallace Stegner

'Stealing Glances: Three Interviews with Wallace Stegner' is a collection that delves into the thoughts and experiences of the celebrated author Wallace Stegner through a series of interviews. The book provides a glimpse into Stegner's creative journey, exploring his approach to writing and his perspectives on various aspects of his career. more

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Wallace Stegner
Wallace Stegner

Wallace Stegner was an influential American historian known for his extensive research on the history of the American West. His works not only documented the pioneering journey of the American West but also profoundly reflected the relationship between humans and nature. Stegner's writing style was unique and his language beautiful, which won him great popularity among readers. more

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