Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.

Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Unfortunately, we're using the same language to talk about the language we'retalking about.

Writing isn't just on the page; it's voices in the reader's head. Read what you write out loud to someone-anyone-and you will catch all kinds of things.