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I Don't Know What The Secret Is When I Am Writing It - It Really Is A Surprise To Me.

I Have Three Desks. One Empty For Paperwork, One For The Internet And Email, And One For The Writing Computer.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I'm Opposed To Censorship Of Any Kind, Especially By Government. But It's Plain Common Sense That Producers Should Target Their Product With Some Kind Of Sensitivity.

I Have A Kind Of Old-fashioned, Artisan Approach.