He looked at me as if I were a side dish he hadn't ordered.

He looked at me as if I were a side dish he hadn't ordered.

He looked at me as if I was a side dish he hadn't ordered.

Are you lost, Daddy?" I asked tenderly. "Shut up," he explained.

A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation to the editor.

I've known what it is to be hungry, but I always went right to a restaurant.