It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.
You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.
Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.
The late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood.
I'm a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, most fiction. I don't read in order to study the craft; I read because I like to read
By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.