You could omit anything if you knew that the omitted part would strengthen the short story and make people feel something more than they understood

Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill.

Worry destroys the ability to write.

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

There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.

Always stop for the day while you still know what will happen next.