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I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

Blessings Be The Inventor Of The Alphabet, Pen And Printing Press! Life Would Be -- To Me In All Events -- A Terrible Thing Without Books.

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

You May Tire Of Reality But You Never Tire Of Dreams.

The World Looks Like Something God Had Just Imaged For His Own Pleasure, Doesn't It?