The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.