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If Men Only Felt About Death As They Do About Sleep, All Terrors Would Cease. . . Men Sleep Contentedly, Assured That They Will Wake The Following Morning. They Should Feel The Same About Their Lives.

Everyone Has Something To Hide. And If They Couldn't Hide It The World Would Be In A Lot Worse Mess Than It Is.

Chris Nielsen: Thank You For Every Kindness. Thank You For Our Children. For The First Time I Saw Them. Thank You For Being Someone I Was Always Proud To Be With. For Your Guts, For Your Sweetness. For How You Always Looked, For How I Always Wanted To Touch You. God, You Were My Life. I Apologize For Everytime I Ever Failed You. Especially This One.

In A World Of Monotonous Horror There Could Be No Salvation In Wild Dreaming. Horror He Had Adjusted To. But Monotony Was The Greater Obstacle, And He Realized It Now, Understood It At Long Last. And Understanding It Seemed To Give Him A Sort Of Quiet Peace, A Sense Of Having Spread All The Cards On His Mental Table, Examined Them, And Settled Conclusively On The Desired Hand.

I Hope People Are Reading My Work In The Future. I Hope I Have Done More Than Frightened A Couple Of Generations. I Hope I've Inspired A Few People One Way Or Another.