Thomas Harris

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God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again

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You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home

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It would be so nice to be wanted by someone with the courage to get his hat or stay as he damn pleased, and who gave her credit for the same. Someone who didn't worry about her

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In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy

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Writing novels is the hardest thing I've ever done, including digging irrigation ditches