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“Of all men the drunkard is the foulest. The thief when he is not stealing is li…”

“When you have two people who love each other, are happy and gay and really good…”

“I never had to choose my subject- my subject rather chose me.”

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks…”