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Sometimes When I Think How Good My Book Can Be, I Can Hardly Breathe.

Anticipation Is Anxiety. I Have Always Had A Very Extreme Anxiety Thing.

There Is Such An Animal As A Nonstylist, Only They're Not Writers - They're Typists.

I've Tried To Believe, But I Don't, I Can't, And There's No Use Pretending.

When God Hands You A Gift, He Also Hands You A Whip; And The Whip Is Intended For Self-flagellation Solely.