Usage Ain't Always A Matter Of Ought.

I Think A Writer Is Not An Ideal Husband... Writers Tend To Get Off Into Their Own Heads And Not Notice The People That They're Living With, Or They Get Irritable With The People That They're Living With When The People Insist On Being Noticed.

Somebody Informed Me Recently That The Key To Every Art, From Writing To Gardening To Sculpture, Is Creativity. I Beg To Differ.

I Think What's Really Hard Is Making Sense And Making What You Write Clear And Smooth-flowing.

The North Isn't A Place. It's Just A Direction Out Of The South.

I Do Not Know What The Cat Can Have Eaten. Usually I Know Exactly What The Cat Has Eaten. Not Only Have I Fed It To The Cat, At The Cat's Insistence, But The Cat Has Thrown It Up On The Rug, And Someone Has Tracked It All Over Onto The Other Rug. I Do Not Know Why Cats Are Such Habitual Vomiters. They Do Not Seem To Enjoy It, Judging By The Sounds They Make While They Are Doing It. It's Their Nature. A Dog Is Going To Bark. A Cat Is Going To Vomit.