Write what you like; there is no other rule.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.

Women's weapon, water-drops.

East is East, and West is San Francisco