I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
O. HENRYThis fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
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Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow’s grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.
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There are a few editor men with whom I am privileged to come in contact. It has not been long since it was their habit to come in contact with me. There is a difference.
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It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.
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If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
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She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed–necessary but scarcely noticed.
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There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavor of life until he has known poverty, love, and war.
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Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.
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Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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Each of us, when our day’s work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.
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No friendship is an accident.
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