One Way An Author Dies A Little

It's One Of My Biggest Memories Of My Father Reading. I Had Pneumonia, Remember, But I Was A Little Better Now, And Madly Caught Up In The Book, And One Thing You Know When You're Ten Is That, No Matter What, There's Gonna Be A Happy Ending. They Can Sweat All They Want To Scare You, The Authors, But Back Of It All You Know, You Just Have No Doubt, That In The Long Run Justice Is Going To Win Out.

It’s An Accepted Fact That All Writers Are Crazy, Even The Normal Ones Are Weird.

It Was Only When The Giant Got Halfway Down The Incline That He Suddenly, Happily, Burst Into Flame And Continued His Trip Saying, "no Survivors, No Survivors!" In A Manner That Could Only Indicate Deadly Sincerity. It Was Seeing Him Happily Burning And Advancing That Startled The Brute Squad To Screaming. And Once That Happened, Why, Everybody Panicked And Ran.

Flaws Would Not Only Bring Death But, Far Worse, Humiliation.

Fezzik's In Trouble, Bubble Bubble, His Brain Is Just Not In The Pink, His Mind Is Rubble, Rub-a-dub Double, Because Everyone Needs Him To Think.