You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

My training was never to drink after dinner nor before I wrote nor while I was writing.

The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.

The parody is the last refuge of the frustrated writer. Parodies are what you write when you are associate editor of the Harvard Lampoon. The greater the work of literature, the easier the parody. The step up from writing parodies is writing on the wall above the urinal.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

Never confuse movement with action.

Out of all the things you could not have there were some things that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.