Nothing comes of so many things, if you have patience.
Without craft, art remains private. Without art, craft is merely hackwork.
Reading yields a wish to write, I think, except if the reading is dull and uninspiring.
Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.
A man will reveal his true self, or so it seems, on the tennis court.
I don't think that any 'ism' is higher than literature or art. So I'm a formalist. I greatly honor and respect the form of a work.