He Felt Like Somebody Had Taken The

When You Write, You Want Fame, Fortune And Personal Satisfaction. You Want To Write What You Want To Write And Feel It's Good, And You Want This To Go On For Hundreds Of Years. You're Not Likely Ever To Get All These Things, And You're Not Likely To Give Up Writing And Commit Suicide If You Don't, But That Is -- And Should Be -- Your Goal. Anything Else Is Kind Of Piddling.

Nick: "don't You Think Maybe A Drink Would Help You To Sleep?" Nora: "no, Thanks." Nick: "maybe It Would If I Took One.

...what Disturbed Him Was The Discovery That In Sensibly Ordering His Affairs He Had Got Out Of Step, And Not Into Step, With Life.

Talking Is Something You Can't Do Judiciously Unless You Keep In Practice.

It's Awfully Easy To Be In Love In Jail