The Story Was Writing Itself And I

I Loved You When I Saw You Today And I Loved You Always But I Never Saw You Before.

Each Day Of Not Writing, Of Comfort, Of Being That Which He Despised, Dulled His Ability And Softened His Will To Work So That, Finally, He Did No Work At All.

I Rewrote The Ending Of 'farewell To Arms' 39 Times Before I Was Satisfied.

Where Do The Noses Go? I Always Wondered Where The Noses Would Go.

I Am Drunk, Seest Thou? When I Am Not Drunk I Do Not Talk. You Have Never Heard Me Talk Much. But An Intelligent Man Is Sometimes Forced To Be Drunk To Spend His Time With Fools.