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September 2001. A sunny day in New York. Many of us who are writers were at work on the transformation of life into a poem, story, a chapter of a novel, when terror pounced from the sky, and the world made witness to it.

Nadine Gordimer

Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged.
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Fade Nothing Quickly So Unchnage
Perhaps the best way to write is to do so as if one were already dead, afraid of no one’s reactions, answerable to no one’s views.
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Afraid Already Answerable Best Dead One Perhaps Reaction View Way Write
The primacy of the word, basis of the human psyche, that has in our age been used for mind-bending persuasion and brain-washing pulp, disgraced by Gobbles and debased by advertising copy, remains a force for freedom that flies out between all bars.
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Basis Bend Brain Human Mind Percussion Primarily Psyche Pulp Use Wash Word
Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
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Appear Censorship Exile Exist Fragment Genius Index Joyce Longer Mode Place Work
I decided that I wanted nothing to do with South African government television while any of my fellow writers were banned and couldn’t speak publicly.
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Banned Country Decide Fellow Government Nothing Television Want Write
Literature is one of the few areas left where black and white feel some identity of purpose; we all struggle under censorship.
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Area Censorship Feel Few Identity Literature One Purpose Some Struggle
In various and different circumstances certain objects and individuals are going to turn out to be vital. The wager of survival cannot, by its nature, reveal which, in advance of events.
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Certain Circumstance Go Individual Object Out Turn Various Vital
Written words still have the amazing power to bring out the best and worst of human nature
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Amazing Best Bring Human Nature Power Word Worst Written
Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you’ve made sense of one small area.
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Area Life Made Make Perhaps Sense Small Writing
I never talk about what I’m writing about currently, never. It’s private work on your own, no need or obligation to talk about it. Writers are made into performers these days, including myself, but there are some instances in which I will not perform.
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Currently Need never No Obligation Own Private Talk Work Write
It was a miracle; it was all a miracle: and one ought to have known, from the sufferings of saints, that miracles are horror.
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Horror Known Miracle One Ought Saint Suffer
Books dont need batteries
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Battery Book Need
Can you imagine writers influencing things in America? Can you imagine a writer in England influencing? Absolutely not. And in France? It used to be, but no more – absolutely not. France used to, at least, have writers as diplomats, but not any more.
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Absolutely Country Imagine Influence Thing Writer
September 2001. A sunny day in New York. Many of us who are writers were at work on the transformation of life into a poem, story, a chapter of a novel, when terror pounced from the sky, and the world made witness to it.
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Chapter Country Day Life Many One Poem September Story Sunny Thousand Transformation Two Work Writer Year
In a country like South Africa, writers have nuisance value, because those of us who have become known overseas have certainly helped to inform people about what life is like there.
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Become Certainty Country Help Known Nuisance Overseas South Value Writer
If you live in Europe . . . things change . . . but continuity never seems to break. You don’t have to throw the past away.
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Away Break Change Continuity Country Live never Past Seem Thing Throw

September 2001. A sunny day in New York. Many of us who are writers were at work on the transformation of life into a poem, story, a chapter of a novel, when terror pounced from the sky, and the world made witness to it.

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September 2001. A sunny day in New York. Many of us who are writers were at work on the transformation of life into a poem, story, a chapter of a novel, when terror pounced from the sky, and the world made witness to it.

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