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“To write a diary is to make a series of choices about what to omit, what to forget. A memorable sandwich, an unmemorable flight of stairs. A memorable bit of conversation surrounded by chatter that no one records.”

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Sarah Manguso
Sarah Manguso

Sarah Manguso is an American writer born in 1974. Her work is known for its concise and profound style, covering personal experiences, memory, and emotions. Manguso's works include poetry, novels, and essays, which often explore themes of time, death, and interpersonal relationships. more

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