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“The word phobic has its place when properly used, but lately it's been declawed by the pompous insistence that most animosity is based upon fear rather than loathing.... I hate computers. My hatred is entrenched, and I nourish it daily. I'm comfortable with it, and no community outreach program will change my mind.”

Quote by David Sedaris

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Me Talk Pretty One Day

In this collection of essays, David Sedaris delves into his personal anecdotes and observations, often with a focus on his struggles with language and communication. The essays are characterized by their wit and self-deprecating humor, offering readers a glimpse into the author's life and his unique perspective on the world. more

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David Sedaris
David Sedaris

David Sedaris, born on December 26, 1956, is an American humorist. His works are known for their unique sense of humor and profound insights into everyday life. Sedaris' writing often takes the form of memoir, narrating his personal experiences and observations. more

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