Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
I was blown up while we were eating cheese.
The only kind of writing is rewriting.
Never sit a table when you can stand at the bar.
If every one said orders were impossible to carry out when they were received where would you be? Where would we all be if you just said, "Impossible," when orders came?
No well-run yacht basin in Southern waters is complete without at least two sun-burned, salt bleached-headed Esthonians who are waiting for a check from their last article. When it comes they will set sail to another yacht basin and write another saga.