Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?
At times ... one is downright thankful for the self-absorption of other people.
The race of children possesses magically sagacious powers.
I'm always aware that I risk being taken for a neurasthenic prima donna when I explain to someone who wants 'just a little' of my time that five minutes of the wrong kind of distraction can ruin a working day.
Much of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.
One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.