He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.
In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.
Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.
Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?
I should think it extremely improbable that anyone ever wrote for money. Naturally, when he has written something, he wants to get as much for it as he can, but that is a very different thing from writing for money.