Nothin Wounded Goes Uphill, He Said. It

She Smiled. I Think It's Just The Snow. I Think It Makes People Stop And Think. Bell Nodded. I Hope It Comes A Blizzard Then.

Yet It Is The Narrative That Is The Life Of The Dream While The Events Themselves Are Often Interchangeable. The Events Of The Waking World On The Other Hand Are Forced Upon Us And The Narrative Is The Unguessed Axis Along Which They Must Be Strung.

There Is No Greater Monster Than Reason.

If You Break Little Promises, You'll Break Big Ones.

I Have No Enemies. I Dont Permit Such A Thing.