Stories should be natural as apples, brief as lust, long as a thought.
Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.
Is the story developing an attitude or victimized by it.
Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.
There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle.
The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling.