Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.
Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
Directing teenage actors is like juggling jars of nitro-glycerine: exhilarating and dangerous.
The situation comes first...the characters...come next...[then] begin to narrate.
Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.