I&#39;m a terrible singer, but it helps when I have to call a taxi.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was, Oh no, not again.

People don’t talk about anything.” “Oh, they must!” “No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else.

Written By Ray Bradbury

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