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I Can't Single Out One Of My Books Or Characters As A Favorite. In The Same Way That I Don't Have A Favorite Kidney, My Books Are Organically All Part Of Myself. I Might Even Say That Put All Together, The Books Are One Ongoing, Developing Story - Which, Not Coincidentally, Happens To Be My Own Lifestory.

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I Can't Single Out One Of My Books Or Characters As A Favorite. In The Same Way That I Don't Have A Favorite Kidney, My Books Are Organically All Part Of Myself. I Might Even Say That Put All Together, The Books Are One Ongoing, Developing Story - Which, Not Coincidentally, Happens To Be My Own Lifestory.

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