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Writing, At Its Best, Is A Lonely Life.

He Had Always Known What I Did Not Know And What, When I Learned It, I Was Always Able To Forget. But I Did Not Know That Then, Although I Learned It Later.

It Is Good That We Do Not Have To Try To Kill The Sun Or The Moon Or The Stars. It Is Enough To Live On The Sea And Kill Our True Brothers.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Unbought Stuffed Dogs.

Why Do Old Men Wake So Early? Is It To Have One Longer Day?