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Laughter... Is Like A Hurricane: Once It Reaches A Certain Point, It Becomes Self-feeding, Self-supporting. You Laugh Not Because The Jokes Are Funny But Because Your Own Condition Is Funny.

Your Hair Is Winter Fire January Embers My Heart Burns There, Too.

...women Are Better At Keeping Secrets, But Men Are More Comfortable With Them.

Little By Little, Writers Develop Their Own Styles, Each As Unique As A Fingerprint.

No, It's Not A Very Good Story - Its Author Was Too Busy Listening To Other Voices To Listen As Closely As He Should Have To The One Coming From Inside.