think of nothing things think of wind
That's all a writer has to write about - what he sees and hears and what not.
I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
I'm scarcely an enfant!
And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.
There is such an animal as a nonstylist, only they're not writers - they're typists.