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Our Notions Of Self-determination Are, On The Whole, Something Of A Myth. We Are Governed Almost Exclusively By Our Own Peculiar Habits, Which Makes Those Who Rail Against Them That Much More Remarkable.

Goodness Is Weakness, Pleasantness Is Poisonous, Serenity Is Mediocrity And Kindness Is For Losers. The Best Reason For Committing Loathsome And Detestable Acts – And Let’s Face It, I Am Considered Something Of An Expert In This Field – Is Purely For Their Own Sake. Monetary Gain Is All Very Well, But It Dilutes The Taste Of Wickedness To A Lower Level That Is Obtainable By Almost Anyone With An Overdeveloped Sense Of Avarice. True And Baseless Evil Is As Rare As The Purest Good.

If You Enjoyed Laughing In The Face Of Death, You Might Like To Have A Crack At High Saffron. One Hundred Merits, And All You Have To Do Is Take A Look.' 'i Understand There's A One Hundred Percent Fatality Rate?' 'true. But Up Until The Moment Of Death There Was A One Hundred Percent Survival Rate. Really, I Shouldn't Let Anything As Meaningless As Statistics Put You Off.

Love And Magic Are Like Oil And Water--they Just Don't Mix.

After All, Reading Is Arguably A Far More Creative And Imaginative Process Than Writing; When The Reader Creates Emotion In Their Head, Or The Colors Of The Sky During The Setting Sun, Or The Smell Of A Warm Summer's Breeze On Their Face, They Should Reserve As Much Praise For Themselves As They Do For The Writer - Perhaps More.