My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?
The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.
If it came true, it wasn't much of a dream.
Most of us can easily do two things at once; what's all but impossible is to do one thing at once.
Acedia is not in every dictionary; just in every heart.
There's only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that's a writer sitting down to write.