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Sometimes Fairy Stories May Say Best What's To Be Said.

The Very Nature Of Joy Makes Nonsense Of Our Common Distinction Between Having And Wanting.

Friends Are Like Coals In A Fire - Together, They Glow; Apart, They Grow Cold.

No One Ever Told Me That Grief Felt So Like Fear. I Am Not Afraid, But The Sensation Is Like Being Afraid. The Same Fluttering In The Stomach, The Same Restlessness, The Yawning. I Keep On Swallowing.

You Have No Idea What An Appetite It Gives One, Being Executed.