First drafts are for learning what your story is about.

We didn't starve but nobody ate chicken unless we were sick or the chicken was.

... it's possible to let love fly by like a cloud in a windy sky if one is too timid, or perhaps unable to believe he is entitled to good fortune.

Completed, most lives were alike in stages of living-joys, celebrations, crises, illusions, losses, sorrows.

When I don't feel hurt, I hope they bury me.

Prufrock had measured out his life with measuring spoons; Dubin, in books resurrecting the lives of others.

No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.