I Think If The Writing Comes Too

I'm Going To A Commune In Vermont And Will Deal With No Unit Of Time Shorter Than A Season.

I Always Want To Write Something Better Than The Last Book.

In Order To Go On With Our Lives, We Are Always Capable Of Making The Ominous Into The Merely Strange.

The Problem Is Fundamental... It Is As If A Secret Committee, Now Lost To History, Has Made A Study Of Children And, Having Figured Out What The Greatest Number Were Least Disposed To Declared That All Of Them Should Do It.

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