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Speak The Name, And Death Will Come. On The Morrow, At The Turn Of The Moon, A Year From This Day, It Will Come. A Man Does Not Fly Like A Bird, But One Foot Moves And Then Another And One Day A Man Is There.

He Never Wanted Love, Though. You Cannot Eat Love, Nor Buy A Horse With It, Nor Warm Your Halls On A Cold Night.

Control Your Generosity When Dealing With A Chronic Borrower.

There's No Shame In Fear, My Father Told Me, What Matters Is How We Face It.

She Could Not Bear To Look At Him Just Now. If She Did, She Might Well Slap Him Again. Or Cry. Or Kiss Him. And Never Know Which Was Right And Which Was Wrong And Which Was Madness.