Writing is one-third imagination, one-third experience, and one third observation.

“The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ra…”

“Before us the thick dark current runs. It talks up to us in a murmur become cea…”

“Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It m…”

“What he was now seeing was the street lonely, savage, and cool. That was it: co…”