Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.