I Just Want Someone To Hear What

You Fail Only If You Stop Writing.

I Don't Talk Things, Sir. I Talk The Meaning Of Things.

You Either Have An Imaginative Mind Or You Don't. All Of My Writing Is God-given. I Don't Write My Stories - They Write Themselves.

You've Got To Be Able To Look At Your Thoughts On Paper And Discover What A Fool You Were.

Are You Happy?" She [clarisse] Said. "am I What?" He [montag] Cried. But She Was Gone- Running In The Moonlight. Her Front Door Shut Gently.