And I felt more like me than I ever had, as if the years I'd lived so far had formed layers of skin and muscle over myself that others saw as me when the real one has been underneath all along, and writing -- even writing badly -- had peeled away those layers, and I knew then that if I wanted to stay this awake and alive, if I wanted to stay me, I would have to keep writing.
-- Andre Dubus III, Townie: A Memoir --
Have a great Tuesday!
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