Does anything eat flowers. I couldn't recall having seen anything eat a flower - are they nature's privileged pets?

Adverbs are a sign that you've used the wrong verb.

Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.

What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

An Eskimo shaman said, Life's greatest danger lies in the fact that man's food consists entirely of souls.

Whenever an encounter between a writer of good will and a regular person of good will happens to touch on the subject of writing, each person discovers, dismayed, that good will is of no earthly use. The conversation cannot proceed.