Why do people stop developing, or, like they stop the way you can rate their, psychologically, their development? Where they stop, and just from bein… - Edie Sedgwick

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Why do people stop developing, or, like they stop the way you can rate their, psychologically, their development? Where they stop, and just from being children to maybe stopping at a very adolescent age, and they stay there until they die. Physically die. I mean, they react adolescently. They don't change. They don't develop. They don't — it's that continual read, that process which is is the total threat for the ego.

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About Edie Sedgwick

Edith Minturn "Edie" Sedgwick (20 April 1943 – 16 November 1971) was an American actress, socialite, and heiress who starred in many of Andy Warhol's short films in the 1960s.

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Birth Name: Edith Minturn Sedgwick
Alternative Names: Edith Minturn "Edie" Sedgwick Edith Minturn Sedgwick Post Edith Minturn
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