Good dialogue is not real speech-it's the illusion of real speech.

No one you love is ever truly lost.

Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

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

I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.