At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To

The Conventional Parabola--sentiment, The Touch Of The Hand, The Kiss, The Passionate Kiss, The Feel Of The Body, The Climax In The Bed, Then More Bed, Then Less Bed, Then The Boredom, The Tears And The Final Bitterness--was To Him Shameful And Hypocritical.

Everyone Has The Revolver Of Resignation In His Pocket.

But I Am Greedy For Life. I Do Too Much Of Everything All The Time. Suddenly One Day My Heart Will Fail. The Iron Crab Will Get Me As It Got My Father. But I Am Not Afraid Of The Crab. At Least I Shall Have Died From An Honourable Disease. Perhaps They Will Put On My Tombstone. 'this Man Died From Living Too Much'.

If You Interrupt The Writing Of Fast Narrative With Too Much Introspection And Self-criticism, You Will Be Lucky If You Write 500 Words A Day And You Will Be Disgusted With Them Into The Bargain. By Following My Formula, You Write 2,000 Words A Day And You Aren’t Disgusted With Them Until The Book Is Finished, Which Will Be In About Six Weeks.

The World Is Not Enough