You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

The ocean is worth writing about just as man is.

It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

Most people never listen.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

As to Hemingway, I read him for the first time in the early 'forties, something about bells, balls and bulls, and loathed it.