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Let Me Tell You Something You Haven't Learned Yet, Something You Learn Only By Living Awhile. As You Get Older, You Find That Life Begins To Wear You Down. Doesn't Matter Who You Are Or What You Do, It Happens. Experience, Time, Events - They All Conspire Against You To Steal Away Your Energy, To Erode Your Confidence, To Make You Question Things You Wouldn't Have Given A Second Thought To When You Were Young. It Happens Gradually, A Chipping Away That You Don't Even Notice At First, And Then One Day It's There. You Wake Up And You Just Don't Have The Fire Anymore." He Smiled.

If I Have The Means, I Have The Responsibility To Employ Them.

For A Writer, Its Very Attractive To Stay In One World For A Time.

She Has Her Gown Nicely In Place Tonight, Doesn't She? Black Velvet And Sparkles, Not A Thread Left Hanging. Clever Girl, This City. Even The Sky Is Her Friend.

Nothing Is Lost That We Do Not First See As Lost. Visions Born Of Fear Give Birth To Our Failing. Visions Born Of Hope Give Birth To Our Success. What Is Possible Lives Within Us, And It Only Remains For Us To Discover It.