Hah! Who said that? Edison? That he hadn't failed, but that he'd found a hundred ways NOT to make electricity? Something like that ...
Well, I was just going through my idea file, trying to get the sparks flying between the two hemispheres of my brain, and I discovered a story idea that contained only an opening sentence. I remember writing it, and having one of those gushy-inspired moments. You know, the kind that feel like you're all artistic? They show up at night, and you usually have to throw away most of it in the daylight. Anyway, can you make sense of this? I can't!
One knew the other, but the other knew nothing of the one. In fact, no one knew nothing of the one--except, that is, for the one.
WTF???? Yes, I clearly remember thinking that I had stumbled upon a brilliant idea for a spy novel.
Oh. My. God.