Why then the world’s mine oyster / Which I with sword will open.
Think globally, act locally.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.
Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind’s elation.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
My best sources are my travels and my collection of National Geographic.
O, damn you and your Paris fads!
Thought is the thought of thought.
No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald