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You Can Flush My Ashes Down The Toilet, For All I Care.

Normal Is Absolutely My Least Favorite Word.

Ideas Move Fast When Their Time Comes.

Professors Of Literature Collect Books The Way A Ship Collects Barnacles, Without Seeming Effort.

New York Is Not Like London, A Now-and-then Place To Many People. You Can Either Not Live In New York Or Not Live Anyplace Else. One Is Either A Lover Or Hater.