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For The Enemy To Be Recognized And Feared, He Has To Be In Your Home Or On Your Doorstep.

Because Of Lies, We Can Produce And Invent A Possible World.

Nothing Is More Fleeting Than External Form, Which Withers And Alters Like The Flowers Of The Field At The Appearance Of Autumn.

All Of Us Were Slowly Losing That Intellectual Light That Allows You Always To Tell The Similar From The Identical, The Metaphorical From The Real.

When One Starts Writing A Book, Especially A Novel, Even The Humblest Person In The World Hopes To Become Homer.