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The Cloak Of The Past Is Cut From Patches Of Feeling ,and Sewn With Rebus Threads.most Of The Time , The Best We Can Do Is Wrap It Around Ourselves For Comfort Or Drag It Behind Us As We Struggle To Go On .

Didier Once Told Me, In A Rambling, Midnight Dissertation, That A Dream Is The Place Where A Wish And A Fear Meet. When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, He Said, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.

Good Soldiers Are Defined By What They Can Endure, Not By What They Can Inflict.

What Is It?" She Asked. "i'm Looking For Your Wings. You Are My Guardian Angel, Aren't You?" "i'm Afraid Not," She Replied, Her Cheeks Dimplingwith A Wry Smile. "there's Too Much Of The Devil In Me For That." "just How Much Devil," I Grinned, "are We Talking About Here?

Anything That Can Be Put In A Nut Shell Should Remain There.