Fortunately I have never learned to take the good advice I give myself nor the counsel of my fears.

I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

There was no really good true war book during the entire four years of the war. The only true writing that came through during the war was in poetry. One reason for this is that poets are not arrested as quickly as prose writers.

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward.