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Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

I Don't Care If A Reader Hates One Of My Stories, Just As Long As He Finishes The Book.

Now That I Am Alone, I Don't Have To Hide It; I Don't Have To Hide Anything Any Longer. I Can Let My Face Go Because No One Can See Me; Because There's Twenty-one Thousand Feet Between Me And Them... No, I Don't Have To Press My Teeth Together Or Tighten The Muscles Of My Jaw.

I Am The Maker Of Music, The Dreamer Of Dreams!

The Greatest Secrets Are Always Hidden In The Most Unlikely Places.