It would be a fallacy to deduce that the slow writer necessarily comes up with superior work. There seems to be scant relationshipbetween prolificness and quality.

Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.

But suppose, asks the student of the professor, we follow all your structural rules for writing, what about that something else that brings the book alive? What is the formula for that? The formula for that is not included in the curriculum.

It would be a fallacy to deduce that the slow writer necessarily comes up with superior work. There seems to be scant relationshipbetween prolificness and quality.

Life owes me a living worth living. Yes, Eden regarded life as her debtor, she its relentless paymaster.

we dig our graves with our teeth.

There is no adequate definition for creative writing, any more than it is possible to describe pain or flavor or color.