But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.

This is a good place," he said. "There's a lot of liquor," I agreed.

Find the best writers, pay them to write, and avoid typos at all costs.

You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

Imagination? It is the one thing beside honesty that a good writer must have. The more he learns from experience the more he can imagine.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.