I remember one English teacher in the eighth grade, Florence Schrack, whose husband also taught at the high school. I thought what she said made sense, and she parsed sentences on the blackboard and gave me, I'd like to think, some sense of English grammar and that there is a grammar, that those commas serve a purpose and that a sentence has a logic, that you can break it down. I've tried not to forget those lessons, and to treat the English language with respect as a kind of intricate tool.
John UpdikeMost of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
John UpdikeProse should have a flow, the forward momentum of a certain energized weight; it should feel like a voice tumbling in your ear.
John Updike