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Cactus Flower, Tomas Castelazo
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. To “Why am I here?” To uselessness. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
– Enid Bagnold (1889–1981), British novelist, playwright. Autobiography, ch. 3 (1969). Her many manuscripts include the classic National Velvet.
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