Hunger Is Good Discipline.

I Rewrote The Ending Of 'farewell To Arms' 39 Times Before I Was Satisfied.

Time Is The Least Thing We Have.

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.

Details Make Stories Human, And The More Human A Story Can Be, The Better.

There Are Only Two Places In The World Where We Can Live Happy: At Home And In Paris.