Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
Writing is like washing windows in the sun. With every attempt to perfect clarity, you make a new smear.
Tyranny and fantasy both like to write everyone else's lines.
How sure we are that everyone's watching. How sure we are that no one sees.
It is the empty seats that listen most raptly.
Only half of writing is saying what you mean. The other half is preventing people from reading what they expected you to mean.