Decades go faster toward the end of a century.

Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

It has always seemed to me that if you could talk about your work in fully-formed phrases, you wouldn't write it. The writing is the statement, you see, and it seems to me that the poem or the story or the novel you write is the kind of metaphor you cast on life.

The young show the genetic process, the old merely die of it.

But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.

The novel is rescued life.

Decades go faster toward the end of a century.