I'd Rather Be In Trouble For Having

I Have Heard Of Novels Started In The Middle, At The End, Written In Patches To Be Joined Together Later, But I Have Never Felt The Slightest Desire To Do This.

A Man Who Writes For A Living Does Not Have To Go Anywhere In Particular, And He Could Rarely Afford To If He Wanted.

When A Man Who Is Drinking Neat Gin Starts Talking About His Mother He Is Past All Argument.

Perhaps That Suspicion Of Fraud Enhances The Flavor.

Novel Writing Wrecks Homes.