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A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

Poor Earthworm,' The Ladybird Said, Whispering In James's Ear. 'he Loves To Make Everything Into A Disaster. He Hates To Be Happy. He Is Only Happy When He Is Gloomy.

We Make Realities Out Of Our Dreams And Dreams Out Of Our Realities. We Are The Dreamers Of The Dream.

I Shot Down Some German Planes And I Got Shot Down Myself, Crashing In A Burst Of Flames And Crawling Out, Getting Rescued By Brave Soldiers.

(television) Rots The Senses In The Head! It Kills Imagination Dead! It Clogs And Clutters Up The Mind! It Makes A Child So Dull And Blind He Can No Longer Understand A Fantasy, A Fairyland! His Brain Becomes As Soft As Cheese! His Powers Of Thinking Rust And Freeze! He Cannot Think -he Only Sees!