You Flatter Me Shamelessly. I Like It.

We Did It!" I Said, Feeling Limp With Relief. "it Actually Worked!" Dr. Turgenev Rubbed His Forehead. "i Had Very Big Doubts." "big Doubts?" I Said Weakly. The Russian Scientist Shrugged. "i Am Pessimist," He Said.

I'm Cursed With This Puritanical Streak That Makes Me Want Everything To Be About Something. It's A Terrible Affliction.

You Can't Eat [literature], That's The Problem," He Said. "i've Tried, It's Very Dry, And Not At All Nutritious.

You're Like Something Drawn With The Sun's Fire, And I Can Take Only Little Glimpses Of You.

There Is A Passion In You That Scares Me.