But Did Thee Feel The Earth Move?

There's No One Thing That's True. It's All True.

Worry Destroys The Ability To Write.

That Terrible Mood Of Depression Of Whether It's Any Good Or Not Is What Is Known As The Artist's Reward.

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.

In Stating As Fully As I Could How Things Really Were, It Was Often Very Difficult And I Wrote Awkwardly And The Awkwardness Is What They Called My Style. All Mistakes And Awkwardness Are Easy To See, And They Called It Style.