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And Sometimes When The Night Is Slow The Wretched And The Meek We Gather Up Our Hearts And Go A Thousand Kisses Deep.

History Is A Needle For Putting Men Asleep Anointed With The Poison Of All They Want To Keep.

I've Seen The Future And It's Murder.

I Feel That, You Know, The Enormous Luck I've Had In Being Able To Make A Living, And To Never Have Had To Have Written One Word That I Didn't Want To Write, To Be Able To Have Satisfied That Dictum I Set For Myself, Which Was Not To Work For Pay, But To Be Paid For My Work - Just To Be Able To Satisfy Those Standards That I Set For Myself Has Been An Enormous Privilege.

Everybody Knows That You've Been Faithful, Give Or Take A Night Or Two.