My eyes glaze over at a writer solving tiny problems.
My old friend, water, my good companion, my beloved mother and father: I am its most natural offspring.
Praise requires constant renewal and expansion.
A hand up is worthier than one's own fist grasping a higher rung of the ladder.
one keeps one's friends better when one is alone. The corollary to this is that one loses one's friends, slowly, when one sees them too often or when they visit for too long a time.
Writers are entirely egocentric. To them, few things in their lives have meaning or importance unless they give promise of serving some creative purpose.