What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?
Ernest HemingwaySomebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.
Ernest HemingwayNow he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.
Ernest Hemingway