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It's Like The Smarter You Are, The More Things Can Scare You.

The Thing I Have Learned Through The Years Is That One Idea 'doth' Not A Novel Make. A Novel Must Be Several Seemingly Unrelated Ideas That Somehow Magically Come Together To Create The Fabric Of The Story.

All Of Us Can Think Of A Book... That We Hope None Of Our Children Or Any Other Children Have Taken Off The Shelf. But If I Have The Right To Remove That Book From The Shelf - That Work I Abhor - Then You Also Have Exactly The Same Right And So Does Everyone Else. And Then We Have No Books Left On The Shelf For Any Of Us.

My Heart Is Heavy, She Thought. It’s Not Just A Saying. It Is What Is—heavy, A Great Stone Lodged In My Breast, Pressing Down My Whole Being. How Can I Even Stand Straight And Look Out Upon The World? I Am Doubled Over Into Myself And, For All The Weight, Find Only Emptiness.

Death Is Very Mysterious To Us. One Moment Someone Is There With Us, And The Next Moment They're Not.