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Lawrence Block — The Life Sentence. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
You know, I’m spoiled. For upwards of thirty years I’ve written whatever I’ve wanted to write. I’ve written with the intention of making a living, but commercial considerations have rarely had much to do with what I’ve chosen to write. I’m not taking moral credit for this; I simply can’t write books that don’t engage me sufficiently. All of this explains two things to my satisfaction: one — why I never did manage to get rich, and two — why I’ve been able to go on doing this for so many years.
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