I suppose if a man has something once, always something of it remains.

The English talked with inflected phrases. One phrase to mean everything.

Everyone behaves badly--given the chance.

Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol.

If a writer stops observing he is finished. But he does not have to observe consciously nor think how it will be useful. Perhaps that would be true at the beginning. But later everything he sees goes into the great reserve of things he knows or has seen.

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

I rewrote the ending of 'Farewell to Arms' 39 times before I was satisfied.