Write The Story, Take Out All The

Clearly I Miss Him, Having Been Brought Up In Religion. But Now A Man Must Be Responsible To Himself.

I Kissed Her Hard And Held Her Tight And Tried To Open Her Lips; They Were Closed Tight.

Find What Gave You Emotion; What The Action Was That Gave You Excitement. Then Write It Down Making It Clear So That The Reader Can See It Too. Prose Is Architecture, Not Interior Decoration, And The Baroque Is Over.

Madame, All Stories, If Continued Far Enough, End In Death, And He Is No True-story Teller Who Would Keep That From You.

When You Love You Wish To Do Things For. You Wish To Sacrifice For. You Wish To Serve.