I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, "Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

I am always in love.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Fish," the old man said. "Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?

No one should be alone in their old age, he thought.

Life breaks all of us but some of us get stronger in the broken places.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.