It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those thingsโa chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earringโwith immense, even startling power.
Raymond CarverI could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
Raymond CarverIt ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.
Raymond Carver