As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.
... we do not admire what we cannot understand.
One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.
If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist.
Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.