I was always embarresed by the words 'sacred,' 'glorious,' and 'sacrifice' and the expression 'in vain.' We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stock yards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.

Drinking is a way of ending the day.

Live it up so you can write it down.

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

Worry destroys the ability to write.

Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well