We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.

Find what gave you emotion; what the action was that gave you excitement. Then write it down making it clear so that the reader can see it too. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

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

I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time.

What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?

Isn't it pretty to think so.