The tricky thing about being a writer, or about being any kind of artist, is that in addition to making art you also have to make a living.
One must not be shy where language is concerned.
It's always better to have too much to read than not enough.
Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?
The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.
It was never the right time or it was always the right time, depending on how you looked at it.