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I Advise Those Who Want To Become Writers To Study Veterinary Medicine, Which Is Easier. You Don't Want To Be A Writer Unless You Have No Choice - And If You Have No Choice, Good Luck To You.

My Capacity For Invention Is Flash Hot Stark, I Thought. Sucker Sunshade. Disembodied Radar-reconnaissance. Not To Mention Bitter Chocolate Death And Killer Zebras. Pity About The Rest Of Me.

I Like To Assume That Since I Drive A Car And Maintain A Respectable Credit Rating And Rarely Murder Anyone And Bury Them In The Back Garden Unless They Really Deserve It, That The Fact That I Hear Voices Wont Unduly Disturb Anyone.

I Get A Little Cranky With The Whole Business About Kids Not Having Attention Spans. This Reminds Me Of The Usual Business Of Thinking That The Next Generation Is Hopeless. Every Generation Has Said That About Every Younger Generation.

I Said: "he Cannot Be So Bad If He Loves Roses So Much." "but He Is A Beast," Said Father Helplessly. I Saw That He Was Weakening, And Wishing Only To Comfort Him I Said, "cannot A Beast Be Tamed?"