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And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.

There Is No Murder. We Make Murder, And It Matters Only To Us.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

You Must Understand That When You Are Writing A Novel You Are Not Making Anything Up. It's All There And You Just Have To Find It.