The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.

For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.

And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

In order to write about life first you must live it.

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.