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.

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.

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

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

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.