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Everything People Did Seemed So Silly, Because They Only Died In The End.

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

Antoine St. Exupery Once Mourned The Loss Of A Man And The Secret Treasures That He Held Inside Him. I Loved Exupery; I Will Read Him Again, And He Will Talk To Me, Not Being Dead, Or Gone. Is That Life After Death — Mind Living On Paper And Flesh Living In Offspring? Maybe. I Do Not Know.

I Must Not Be Selfless: Develop A Sense Of Self. A Solidness That Can't Be Attacked.