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The Future Looks Like Gasoline. . . . Crude Oil . . . Is The Future Before It Has Been Refined. It Is Like A Dream Of The Future, Really, And Like Any Dream It Ends With A Rude Awakening.

Life Is Savagely Unfair. It Ignores Our Deep-seated Convictions And Places A Disproportionate Emphasis On The Decisions We Make In Split Seconds.

If I Could Not Smile, I Think My Situation Would Be Even More Serious.

I Could Not Stop Talking Because Now I Had Started My Story, It Wanted To Be Finished. We Cannot Choose Where To Start And Stop. Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

That Is The Trouble With Happiness-all Of It Is Built On Top Of Something That Men Want.