The wife whose sweetly given reply in the face of any problem would be, "Whatever you think is best, dear." Women, take note: a wife like that never needs to fear bubbling away the last of her life through a cut throat.
And this wasn’t lying, not really. It was leaving out.
It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.
The most important things are the hardest to say
Be true, be brave, stand All the rest is darkness.
I didn't go to bars much. One drunken asshole was all I could handle and that was me. I wrote. I don't remember a lot of it.