The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.
I ended up stepping on her stomach as the crowd pushed me past her, but by then I don't think she was feeling anything.
It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.
Do not envy a sinner; you don't know what disaster awaits him.