I'm Tired Of Everybody. Please Forgive Me.

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.

To Be Successful In Writing, Use Short Sentences.

There Is Nothing To Writing. All You Do Is Sit Down At A Typewriter And Bleed.

All Stories, If Continued Far Enough, End In Death, And He Is No True-story Teller Who Would Keep That From You. Especially Do All Stories Of Monogamy End In Death, And Your Man Who Is Monogamous While He Often Lives Most Happily, Dies In The Most Lonely Fashion.

At Night, Never Go To Bed Without Knowing What You'll Write Tomorrow.