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The Quietness Of His Tone Italicized The Malice Of His Reply.

I Loved Her Enough To Forget Myself, My Self Pitying Despairs, And Be Content That Something She Thought Happy Was Going To Happen.

She Sounds The Way Bananas Taste.

When I Am Writing, I Try To Do It Five Hours A Day But I Spend About Two Of Those Just Fooling Around.

Imagination, Of Course, Can Open Any Door - Turn The Key And Let Terror Walk Right In.