Poetry creates the myth, the prose writer draws its portrait.

At the bat of your lashes peacocks preen. Peacocks preen, elephants remember, camels go for days without water, and dinosaurs of all types become extinct.

I look forward to these confrontations with the press to kind of balance up the nice and pleasant things that come to me as president.

ever the pleasure of one has to be bought by the pain of the other, there better be no trade at all. A trade by which one gains and the other loses is a fraud.

Written By Ayn Rand

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