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“But what we need are readers. Right? Where would writers be without readers? Who are they going to write for? And actors, what are they without an audience? Actors, painters, dancers, comedians, even just ordinary people doing ordinary things, what are they without an audience of some sort? See, that's what I do. I am the audience. I am the witness. I am the great appreciator, that's what I do and that's all I want to do. I worked for a lot of years. I did a lot of things for a lot of years. Now, well, here I am. I don't feel useless. I feel lucky.”

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The Story of Arthur Truluv

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Elizabeth Berg
Elizabeth Berg

Elizabeth Berg is a renowned American contemporary writer, born on December 2, 1948. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals, which have won her a wide readership. more

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