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Show The Readers Everything, Tell Them Nothing.

I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

How Did We Go Bankrupt? Two Ways. Slowly, And Then All Of A Sudden.

There Are Worse Places To Be Than On Your Own.

There Is No Rule On How To Write. Sometimes It Comes Easily And Perfectly; Sometimes It's Like Drilling Rock And Then Blasting It Out With Charges.