When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness--I am nothing.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric$$$ as if sails were stuck high up in the sky$$$ or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

If you want to write$$$ start writing now in your own home town and write every day as hard as you can; do not think you have to go to Paris and wait for inspiration to strike.

I meant to write about death$$$ only life came breaking in as usual

You ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?

Conversationally$$$ I am like a clockwork toy. I have to be set going.

He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.

She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.

The supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons.

A man who has spent most of his adult life trying out a series of patent medicines is always an optimist.