You can always start over, writers. Press reset. In muddy places (where you’re pushing the car thru mud and it moves an inch and slides back), I move to a different writing spot. Take a walk. Cups of tea. Just don’t get online! That’s the flaming pit.
— Mary Karr
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Lack of money is the root of all evil
- George Bernard Shaw
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