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“All my life, I ain't understand shit about what was going on. A thing just happen, then something else happen, then something else, an so on, and half the time nothing making any sense. But Dan say it is all part of a scheme of some sort, and the best way we can get along is figure out how we fit into the scheme, and then try to stick to our place. Somehow knowing this, things get a good bit clearer for me.”

Quote by Winston Groom

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Winston Groom
Winston Groom

Winston Groom is an American novelist best known for his work 'Forrest Gump', which was later adapted into a highly successful film. Born on March 23, 1944, Groom's writing often explores history and human nature with humor and satire. more

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