So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

I don't think I ever owned twenty pencils at one time. Wearing down seven number-two pencils is a good day's work.

It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.

The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.

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