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Without The Possibility Of Action, All Knowledge Comes To One Labeled 'file And Forget.'

The Blues Is An Art Of Ambiguity, An Assertion Of The Irrepressibly Human Over All Circumstances, Whether Created By Others Or By One's Own Human Failing.

And My Problem Was That I Always Tried To Go In Everyone's Way But My Own.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

Good Fiction Is Made Of That Which Is Real, And Reality Is Difficult To Come By.