Once in Africa I lost the corkscrew and we were forced to live off food and water for weeks.

Now 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.

To make war all you need is intelligence. But to win you need talent and material.

I was blown up while we were eating cheese.

How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.

Drinking is a way of ending the day.

Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your reserves.