He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care.

The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

Don't you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.

It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.

As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.