No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.

No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.

If the world could write by itself, it would write like Tolstoy.

She would lift her peignoir above her knees and say to her husband: 'Give baby a kiss...'

A phrase is born into the world both good and bad at the same time. The secret lies in a slight, an almost invisible twist. The lever should rest in your hand, getting warm, and you can only turn it once, not twice.

Even at the time—twenty years old—I said to myself: better to go hungry, to go to prison, to be a tramp, than to sit at an office desk ten hours a day. There is no particular daring in this vow, but I have not broken it and shall not do so. The wisdom of my grandfathers sat in my head: we are born for the pleasure of work, fighting, love, we are born for that and nothing else. (Guy de Maupassant)

A well-thought-out story doesn’t need to resemble real life. Life itself tries with all its might to resemble a well-crafted story.