There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.

How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.

Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.

He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for fifty years, ever since he first smiled.

In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.

Humility is not disgraceful, and carries no loss of true pride.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.