A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore.

Fiction shows the external effects of internal conditions. Be aware of the tension between internal and external movement.

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

Every great or even every very good writer makes the world over according to his own specifications.