I work full-time in a used bookstore. I get up. I drink a cup of coffee. I think, The last thing I want to do is write. Then I go to the computer and write.

No se sorprenda, señora mía, es así. Las personas son incapaces de entender la felicidad.

The one question I specifically recall being asked was how a man as evil as Hitler could paint such delightful watercolors.

Hordes of people on the street, lighted Christmas trees sparkling high on penthouse balconies and complacent Christmas music floating out of shops, and weaving in and out of crowds I had a strange feeling of being already dead,

Written By Donna Tartt

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