E.A. Bucchianeri

Speed is not always a constituent to great work, the process of creation should be given time and thought.

Editors can be stupid at times. They just ignore that author__ intention. I always try to read unabridged editions, so much is lost with cut versions of classic literature, even movies don__ make sense when they are edited too much. I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author__ mind, a glimpse of their creative soul. I mean, how would people like it if editors came along and said to an artist, __hoops, you left just a tad too much space around that lily pad there, lets crop that a bit, shall we?_. Monet would be ripping his hair out.

... The Book is more important than your plans for it. You have to go with what works for The Book ~ if your ideas appear hollow or forced when they are put on paper, chop them, erase them, pulverise them and start again. Don't whine when things are not going your way, because they are going the right way for The Book, which is more important. The show must go on, and so must The Book.

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I detect the activist returning with a vengence.

I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.

#Twitter: proudly promoting ghastly grammar and silly misspelling since 2006.

Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter...with alliteration, no less!

When Hitler marched across the RhineTo take the land of France,La dame de fer decided,__et__ make the tyrant dance.__et him take the land and city,The hills and every flower,One thing he will never have,The elegant Eiffel Tower.The French cut the cables,The elevators stood still,__f he wants to reach the top,Let him walk it, if he will.__he invaders hung a swastikaThe largest ever seen.But a fresh breeze blewAnd away it flew,Never more to be seen.They hung up a second mark,Smaller than the first,But a patriot climbedWith a thought in mind:__ever your duty shirk.__p the iron ladyHe stealthily made his way,Hanging the bright tricolour,He heroically saved the day.Then, for some strange reason,A mystery to this day,Hitler never climbed the tower,On the ground he had to stay.At last he ordered she be razedDown to a twisted pile.A futile attack, for still she standsBeaming her metallic smile.

You cannot sodomize a Sacrament and expect God to say, 'Well done.

Upon the publication of Goethe__ epic drama, the Faustian legend had reached an almost unapproachable zenith. Although many failed to appreciate, or indeed, to understand this magnum opus in its entirety, from this point onward his drama was the rule by which all other Faust adaptations were measured. Goethe had eclipsed the earlier legends and became the undisputed authority on the subject of Faust in the eyes of the new Romantic generation. To deviate from his path would be nothing short of blasphemy.

You mean something like __ruth or dare_? I haven__ played that in a long time._ She didn__ think he would ever get himself entangled in a game like that, but it was addictive, a compromising icebreaker featuring all the strategy of Poker, minus the cards, mixed with a dash of danger from Russian Roulette, without the revolver.

There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation's promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.

... insanity is never reasonable.

... far be it from a French man to interfere with love.

Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...

Finally, Charlie gave up the hunt and placed (the puppy) back on the floor, dispatching fleas was not his idea of a romantic evening, unless you happened to be a twisted exterminator, he thought.