Life Is Pain, So Live It Up

I Hate A Cramp, He Thought. It Is A Treachery Of One's Own Body.

I Never Liked To Hunt, You Know. There Was Always The Danger Of Having A Horse Fall On You.

But Paris Was A Very Old City And We Were Young And Nothing Was Simple There, Not Even Poverty, Nor Sudden Money, Nor The Moonlight, Nor Right And Wrong Nor The Breathing Of Someone Who Lay Beside You In The Moonlight.

I'm Not Unfaithful, Darling. I've Plenty Of Faults But I'm Very Faithful. You'll Be Sick Of Me I'll Be So Faithful.

The Hard Part About Writing A Novel Is Finishing It.