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I Was Glad My Father Was An Eye-smiler. It Meant He Never Gave Me A Fake Smile, Because It's Impossible To Make Your Eyes Twinkle If You Aren't Feeling Twinkly Yourself. A Mouth-smile Is Different. You Can Fake A Mouth-smile Any Time You Want, Simply By Moving Your Lips. I've Also Learned That A Real Mouth-smile Always Has An Eye-smile To Go With It, So Watch Out, I Say, When Someone Smiles At You With His Mouth But The Eyes Stay The Same. It's Sure To Be Bogus.

Pain Was Something We Were Expected To Endure. But I Doubt Very Much If You Would Be Entirely Happy Today If A Doctor Threw A Towel In Your Face And Jumped On You With A Knife.

The Walls Were Wet And Sticky, And Peach Juice Was Dripping From The Ceiling. James Opened His Mouth And Caught Some Of It On His Tongue. It Tasted Delicious.

A Person Is A Fool To Become A Writer. His Only Compensation Is Absolute Freedom.

Of Course Not. You Can't Have A Family Hanging Over You Like A Bunch Of Old Dead Goats. No Offense.