I Shot Down Some German Planes And

Two Hours Of Writing Fiction Leaves This Writer Completely Drained. For Those Two Hours He Has Been In A Different Place With Totally Different People.

I Began To Realize How Simple Life Could Be If One Had A Regular Routine To Follow With Fixed Hours, A Fixed Salary, And Very Little Original Thinking To Do.

Whipped Cream Isn't Whipped Cream At All If It Hasnt Been Whipped With Whips, Just Like Poached Eggs Isn't Poached Eggs Unless It's Been Stolen In The Dead Of The Night.

Those Who Don't Believe In Magic Will Never Find It.

There Is Something About Very Cold Weather That Gives One An Enormous Appetite. Most Of Us Find Ourselves Beginning To Crave Rich Steaming Stews And Hot Apple Pies And All Kinds Of Delicious Warming Dishes; And Because We Are All A Great Deal Luckier Than We Realize, We Usually Get What We Want—or Near Enough.