Come, come! Let us go to breakfast. The morning air has given me a rude appetite. I long to say grace over a fresh egg… – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion, A Romance, “The Evening and the Morning St
I asked Ring Lardner the other day how he writes his short stories, and he said he wrote a few widely separated words or phrases on a piece of paper and then went back and filled in the spaces. – Harold Ross
