Being Against Evil Doesn't Make You Good.

Take A Good Rest, Small Bird," He Said. "then Go In And Take Your Chance Like Any Man Or Bird Or Fish.

Any Man Who Eats Dessert Is Not Drinking Enough.

Oh Jake," Brett Said, "we Could Have Had Such A Damned Good Time Together." Ahead Was A Mounted Policeman In Khaki Directing Traffic. He Raised His Baton. The Car Slowed Suddenly, Pressing Brett Against Me. Yes," I Said. "isn't It Pretty To Think So?

You Did Not Kill The Fish Only To Keep Alive And To Sell For Food, He Thought. You Killed Him For Pride And Because You Are A Fisherman. You Loved Him When He Was Alive And You Loved Him After. If You Love Him, It Is Not A Sin To Kill Him. Or Is It More?

You Know That Fiction, Prose Rather, Is Possibly The Roughest Trade Of All In Writing. You Do Not Have The Reference, The Old Important Reference. You Have The Sheet Of Blank Paper, The Pencil, And The Obligation To Invent Truer Than Things Can Be True. You Have To Take What Is Not Palpable And Make It Completely Palpable And Also Have It Seem Normal And So That It Can Become A Part Of Experience Of The Person Who Reads It.