To anyone who is homeless, I say, find a home.

I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.

I went to London because, for me, it was the home of literature. I went there because of Dickens and Shakespeare. No, let's say Shakespeare and Dickens, to get them in the right order.

I went to London because, for me, it was the home of literature. I went there because of Dickens and Shakespeare.

Home can be the friend you have been searching for all your life or the person you met once very briefly.

If you are working in an office, where do you find the time to write a novel? But you can finish a short story in five pages. Furthermore, a short story is a perfect place to learn the craft.