The More Precious His Gift, The More

All I Ask Is That My Final Months Be Happy Ones, And That I Be Permitted A Husband Who Will See To My Proper Christian Beheading And Burial.

I Know Of Nobody That Is Coming, I Am Sure, Unless Charlotte Lucas Should Happen To Call In- And I Am Sure My Dinners Are Good Enough For Her, Since She Is An Unmarried Woman Of Seven-and-twenty, And As Such Should Expect Little More Than A Crust Of Bread Washed Down With A Cup Of Loneliness.

The Business Of Mr. Bennett's Life Was To Keep His Daughters Alive. The Business Of Mrs. Bennett's Was To Get Them Married.

I Wrote One Terrible Manuscript After Another For A Decade And I Guess They Gradually Got A Little Less Terrible. But There Were Many, Many Unpublished Short Stories, Abandoned Screenplays And Novels... A Library Of Congress Worth Of Awful Literature.

If You Write Really Good Material, The Rest Just Falls Into Place. There's Really No Trick To It.