A writer wastes nothing.

we both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.

There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.” [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers—because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer—still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

I hope you live a life you're proud of...

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.