My Writing Is Nothing, My

The Sinews Of War Are Five - Men, Money, Materials, Maintenance (food) And Morale.

He's A Great Writer. If I Didn't Think So I Wouldn't Have Tried To Kill Him... I Was The Champ And When I Read His Stuff I Knew He Had Something. So I Dropped A Heavy Glass Skylight On His Head At A Drinking Party. But You Can't Kill The Guy. He's Not Human.

It Wasn't By Accident That The Gettysburg Address Was So Short.

All You Need To Do Is Write Truly And Not Care About What The Fate Of It Is.

Write As Well As You Can And Finish What You Start.