With What Dope I Got I Think

The Boy Spoke Two Words, The First A Short Guttural Verb, The Second “you.

Nick: "don't You Think Maybe A Drink Would Help You To Sleep?" Nora: "no, Thanks." Nick: "maybe It Would If I Took One.

When You Write, You Want Fame, Fortune And Personal Satisfaction. You Want To Write What You Want To Write And Feel It's Good, And You Want This To Go On For Hundreds Of Years. You're Not Likely Ever To Get All These Things, And You're Not Likely To Give Up Writing And Commit Suicide If You Don't, But That Is -- And Should Be -- Your Goal. Anything Else Is Kind Of Piddling.

It's Sometimes Better To Pretend I Don't Hear The Sound Of Somebody In The Nearby Woods With A Shotgun.

I Distrust A Man That Says When. If He's Got To Be Careful Not To Drink To Much It's Because He's Not To Be Trusted When He Does.