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The Density Of People In Society Is So Thick That We Forget That Life Will End One Day. And We Don't Know When That One-day Will Be. So Please, Tell The People You Love And Care For That They Are Special And Important. Tell Them, Before It Is Too Late.

My Father Brought Me A Box Of Books Once When I Was About Three And A Half Or Four. I Remember The Carton They Were In And The Covers With Illustrations By Newell C. Wyeth.

Freedom Is A Public Library.

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.

I Like To Cook; It Is, For Me, A Happy Combination Of Mindlessness And Purpose.