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People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

I Wanted To Say Something Brilliant. My God, Holmes, How Did You Know The Zombie Was Hiding In The Flower Pot? But I Couldn't Lie.

Readers Respond To Every Genre Intensely, If It's A Genre That Appeals To Them. Again, Who Can Say Why Anyone Enjoys Horror And Dark Fantasy? If I Can't Answer The Question For Myself, I Wouldn't Dream Of Trying To Answer It For Others

Some People Just Don't Seem To Understand The Concept Of Fiction. It Is Fiction; It Ain't True, Folks

Since You Won't Give Me Your Names I'll Call You Thing One And Thing Two.