In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.
Speech isn't for agony.
Decades go faster toward the end of a century.
The young show the genetic process, the old merely die of it.
When anything gets freed, a zest goes round the world.
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.