The Only Decent Bone In Her Body

All Bad Writers Are In Love With The Epic.

The Great Thing Is To Last And Get Your Work Done And See And Hear And Learn And Understand; And Write When There Is Something That You Know; And Not Before, And Not Too Damned Much After.

Religion Is Like An Ice Cold Whiskey On A Hot Day.

She Was Looking Into My Eyes With That Way She Had Of Looking That Made You Wonder Whether She Really Saw Out Of Her Own Eyes. They Would Look On And On After Every One Else's Eyes In The World Would Have Stopped Looking. She Looked As Though There Were Nothing On Earth She Would Not Look At Like That, And Really She Was Afraid Of So Many Things.

But Man Is Not Made For Defeat. A Man Can Be Destroyed But Not Defeated.