The Mark Of Mediocrity Is To Look

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The Art Of The Novel Is To Arrive At That Artless Point Where Your Characters Become More Real Than Yourself.

I Usually Need A Can Of Beer To Prime Me.

To Blame The Poor For Subsisting On Welfare Has No Justice Unless We Are Also Willing To Judge Every Rich Member Of Society By How Productive He Or She Is. Taken Individual By Individual, It Is Likely That There's More Idleness And Abuse Of Government Favors Among The Economically Privileged Than Among The Ranks Of The Disadvantaged.

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