Write the story, take out all the good lines, and see if it still works.

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

I've tried to reduce profanity but I reduced so much profanity when writing the book that I'm afraid not much could come out. Perhaps we will have to consider it simply as a profane book and hope that the next book will be less profane or perhaps more sacred.

He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.

Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.

The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no limits.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.