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"I spent a lot of time as a volunteer in a nursing home in Amherst last summer. I was reading Dante's Divine Comedy to an old man, Mr. Shulman. One day, I asked him where he was from. He said, "Just East of here, the Rockies." I said, "Mr. Shulman, the Rockies are west of here." He did a voila with his hands, and then said, "I move mountains." That stuck with me. Fiction either moves mountains or it's boring.; it moves mountains or it sits on its ass."