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I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily. Their Brains Must Be Cleaner, The Floorboards Of The Skull Well Swept, All The Little Monsters Closed Up In A Steamer Trunk At The Foot Of The Bed.

The Lonliest Sound In The World Is Other People Making Love.

Everyone Knew This Was The Episode That Was Going To Make Or Break The Season.

I Was Half Asleep But I Smiled. In Spite Of All His Irritating Qualities, I Couldn't Help Liking A Man Who Despised A Fictional Character With Such Passion.

I Was Like A Well Trained Pianist Who Knows Which Note To Hit, But Can't Make The Music His Own.