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Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance Erode Them Like Acid.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

I Think The Family Is The Place Where The Most Ridiculous And Least Respectable Things In The World Go On.

There Is Always A Certain Peace In Being What One Is, In Being That Completely.

The Spontaneity Of Slaps Is Sincerity, Whereas The Ceremonial Of Caresses Is Largely Convention.