The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.
Why should anybody be interested in some old man who was a failure?
The only decent bone in her body was mine.
I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.
Write the story, take out all the good lines, and see if it still works.
The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life - and one is as good as another.