In a rough way the short story writer is to the novelist as a cabinetmaker is to a house carpenter.

If you can't fix it, you have to stand it.

I would rather be dead than not read

and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off.

I think it's important to leave spaces in a story for readers to fill in from their own experience.

A spinning coin, still balanced on its rim, may fall in either direction.

All the travelin I ever done is going around the coffeepot looking for the handle.