Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

In entertainment value, the Democratic clambake usually lays it over the Republican conclave like ice cream over parsnips.

Baseball is a dull game only for those with dull minds.

Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop.

I have known writers who paid no damned attention whatever to the rules of grammar and rhetoric and somehow made the language behave for them.

Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

Dying is no big deal. Living is the trick.