I Don't Feel Any Way,' The Girl

No Tears In The Writer, No Tears In The Reader.

To Hell With Luck. I'll Bring The Luck With Me.

Now I Am Depressed Myself,' I Said. 'that's Why I Never Think About These Things. I Never Think And Yet When I Begin To Talk I Say The Things I Have Found Out In My Mind Without Thinking.

How Simple The Writing Of Literature Would Be If It Were Only Necessary To Write In Another Way What Has Been Well Written. It Is Because We Have Had Such Great Writers In The Past That A Writer Is Driven Far Out Past Where He Can Go, Out To Where No One Can Help Him.

I Would Write One True Sentence, And Then Go On From There.