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Utterly Bleak And Black Is Not The Sum Of Realism. All The Other Colors Are Real, Too.

I'm Not Getting It All Sorted, She Worried. I'm Not Getting It Right. You Are Brilliant, The Voice Reassured Her. It Is Imperfect. So Are All Things Trapped In Time. You Are Brilliant, Nonetheless. How Fortunate For Us That We Thirst For Glorious Souls Rather Than Faultless Ones, Or We Should Be Parched Indeed, And Most Lonely In Our Perfect Righteousness. Carry On Imperfectly, Shining Ista.

I Spent My 20s Working In Patient Care At A Large University Hospital, An Experience That Has Informed All My Work And Has Given Me A Lot Of Human Observation To Draw On.

Never Argue With A Pedant Over Nomenclature. It Wastes Your Time And Annoys The Pedant.

Miles Clutched Quinn's Elbow. "don't Panic." "i'm Not Panicking," Quinn Observed, "i'm Watching You Panic. It's More Entertaining .