Truth Might Be Stranger Than Fiction, But

That Is The Way We Decided To Talk, Free And Easy, Two Young Men Discussing A Boxing Match. That Was The Only Way To Talk. You Couldn't Let Too Much Truth Seep Into Your Conversation, You Couldn't Admit With Your Mouth What Your Eyes Had Seen. If You Opened The Door Even A Centimeter, You Would Smell The Rot Outside And Hear The Screams. You Did Not Open The Door. You Kept Your Mind On The Tasks Of The Day, The Hunt For Food And Water And Something To Burn, And You Saved The Rest For The End Of The War.

There's Never Been A Fantasy Movie Of The Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil That Ended With Evil Winning.

'breaking Bad.' Because It's The Best American Narrative Fiction Of The Last Ten Years.

I Have Never Been Much Of A Patriot. My Father Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing While He Lived, And His Death Insured That His Wish Was Carried Out. Piter Commanded Far More Affection And Loyalty From Me Than The Nation As A Whole. But That Night, Running Across The Unplowed Fields Of Winter Wheat, With The Fascist Invaders Behind Us And The Dark Russian Woods Before Us, I Felt A Surge Of Pure Love For My Country. We Ran For The Forest, Crashing Through The Stalks Of Wheat, Beneath The Rising Moon And The Stars Spinning Farther And Farther Away, Alone Beneath The Godless Sky.

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