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.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

The best way is always to stop when you are going good and when you know what will happen next. If you do that every day when you are writing a novel you will never be stuck. That is the most valuable thing I can tell you so try to remember it.

The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

Not the why but the what.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.