The Oldest Fan Letter I've Had Is

No More Words. We Know Them All, All The Words That Should Not Be Said. But You Have Made My World More Perfect.

If You Have Let Pride Get The Better Of You, Then You Have Already Lost, But If You Grab Pride By The Scruff Of The Neck And Ride It Like A Stallion, Then You May Have Already Won.

Truly, He Thought, The Way Of Enlightenment Is Like Unto Half A Mile Of Broken Glass.

She Walked Quickly Through The Darkness With The Frank Stride Of Someone Who Was At Least Certain That The Forest, On This Damp And Windy Night, Contained Strange And Terrible Things And She Was It.

The Trouble Was That He Was Talking In Philosophy But They Were Listening In Gibberish.