Kidd, Turn Off The Light To Spare

We Care What Happens To People Only In Proportion As We Know What People Are.

The Story Had Held Us, Round The Fire, Sufficiently Breathless, But Except The Obvious Remark That It Was Gruesome, As, On Christmas Eve In An Old House, A Strange Tale Should Essentially Be . . .

I Am Incapable Of Telling You Not To Feel. Feel, Feel, I Say - Feel For All You're Worth, And Even If It Half Kills You, For That Is The Only Way To Live.

We Must For Dear Life Make Our Own Counter-realities.

What Is Either A Picture Or A Novel That Is Not Character?