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. . . This Rage - I Have Never Forgotten It - Contained Every Anger, Every Revolt I Had Ever Felt In My Life - The Way I Felt When I Saw The Black Dog Hunted, The Way I Felt When I Watched Old Uncle Henry Taken Away To The Almshouse, The Way I Felt Whenever I Had Seen People Or Animals Hurt For The Pleasure Or Profit Of Others.

As Far Back As I Remember, Long Before I Could Write, I Had Played At Making Stories. But Not Until I Was Seven Or More, Did I Begin To Pray Every Night, "o God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!"

Spring Was Running In A Thin Green Flame Over The Valley.

No Idea Is So Antiquated That It Was Not Once Modern. No Idea Is So Modern That It Will Not Someday Be Antiquated.

The Worst Thing About War Is That So Many People Enjoy It.