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He Chose A Certain Path In Life, It Proved To Be A Misguided One, But There, He Chose It, He Can Say That At Least. As For Myself, I Cannot Even Claim That. You See, I Trusted. I Trusted In His Lorship's Wisdom. All Those Years I Served Him, I Trusted I Was Doing Something Worthwhile. I Can't Even Say I Made My Own Mistakes. Really - One Has To Ask Oneself - What Dignity Is There In That?

I Think There Is A Huge Difference Between Writers Who Have Very Big Sales, And Writers Who Have Small Sales. Even Writers With Very High Reputations, Even Nobel Prize Winners, Often Sell In Very Low Figures.

The Fantasy Never Got Beyond That—i Didn’t Let It—and Though The Tears Rolled Down My Face, I Wasn’t Sobbing Or Out Of Control. I Just Waited A Bit, Then Turned Back To The Car, To Drive Off To Wherever It Was I Was Supposed To Be.

Poor Creatures. What Did We Do To You? With All Our Schemes And Plans?

Love Isn't About When You First Meet. It's About The Many, Many Years You Spend Together, When You're Trying To Keep That Flame Burning.