A cat has absolute honesty.
I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.
I do not know what I thought Paris would be like, but it was not that way. It rained nearly every day.
Everything is your fault if you're any damn good.
It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.
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.