It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

Write the best story that you can and write it as straight as you can.

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the thing to praise and I am very happy with it.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.

There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.