I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.

What I learned constructive about women, not just ethics like never blame them if they pox you because somebody poxed them and lots of times they don't even know they have it — that's in the first reader for squares — is, no matter how they get, always think of them the way they were on the best day they ever had.

And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.

You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again.