First Fight. Then Fiddle.

Writing Is A Delicious Agony.

My Last Defense / Is The Present Tense.

She Was Afraid To Suggest To Him That To Most People, Nothing "happens." That Most People Merely Live From Day To Day Until They Die. That, After He Had Been Dead A Year, Doubtless Fewer Than Five People Would Think Of Him Oftener Than Once A Year. That There Might Even Come A Year When No One On Earth Would Think Of Him At All.

Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!

Nothing Could Stop Mississippi.