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I Learned To Love The Feel Of Good Words.

Death Was Like An Unpleasant Neighbor. You Didn’t Talk About Him For Fear He Might Hear You And Decide To Pay A Visit.

Anger Can Keep You Warm At Night, And Wounded Pride Can Spur A Man To Wondrous Things.

This Is How Deeply Rooted Stories Are, Folks. We Crave Them Before We Can Walk, And We Start Telling Them Before We Can Talk.

You Are Not Wise Enough To Fear Me As I Should Be Feared.