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His (the Writer's) Standard Of Fidelity To The Truth Should Be So High That His Invention, Out Of His Experience, Should Produce A Truer Account Than Anything Factual Can Be.

You Belong To Me And All Paris Belongs To Me And I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

Look At Things And Listen And Feel.

Thou Wilt Go Now, Rabbit. But I Go With Thee. As Long As There Is One Of Us There Is Both Of Us.

I Am Like A Blind Pig When I Work.