Sometimes I Don't Know Whether

After All, Reading Is Arguably A Far More Creative And Imaginative Process Than Writing; When The Reader Creates Emotion In Their Head, Or The Colors Of The Sky During The Setting Sun, Or The Smell Of A Warm Summer's Breeze On Their Face, They Should Reserve As Much Praise For Themselves As They Do For The Writer - Perhaps More.

Mr. Pewter Led Them Through To A Library, Filled With Thousands Of Antiquarian Books. 'impressive, Eh?' 'very,' Said Jack. 'how Did You Amass All These?' 'well,' Said Pewter, 'you Know The Person Who Always Borrows Books And Never Gives Them Back?' 'yes...?' 'i'm That Person.

A Missing Arm Might Ruin Your Symmetry. Personal Asymmetry Where I Come From Is A Big Taboo And Brings Great Shame On The Family And Sometimes Even The Whole Village." "do You Then Have To Kill Yourself Over It Or Something?" "goodness Me, No! The Family And Village Just Have To Learn To Be Ashamed--and Nuts To Them For Being So Oversensitive.

The Universe Always Moves From An Ordered State To A Disordered One; That A Glass May Fall To The Ground And Shatter Yet You Never See A Broken Glass Reassemble Itself And Then Jump Back On The Table.

Growth Purely For Its Own Sake Is The Philosophy Of Cancer.