That Seemed To Handle It. That Was

We All Take A Beating Every Day, You Know, One Way Or Another.

A Girl Came In The Cafe And Sat By Herself At A Table Near The Window. She Was Very Pretty With A Face Fresh As A Newly Minted Coin If They Minted Coins In Smooth Flesh With Rain-freshened Skin, And Her Hair Black As A Crow's Wing And Cut Sharply And Diagonally Across Her Cheek.

Everyone Has His Own Conscience, And There Should Be No Rules About How A Conscience Should Function.

Real Seriousness In Regard To Writing Being One Of The Two Absolute Necessities. The Other, Unfortunately, Is Talent.

There Is No Such Thing As Great Writing - There Is Only Great Re-writing!