the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.
If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.
The soil of a manโs heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.
The past is obdurate. It doesn't want to change.
Description begins in the writerโs imagination, but should finish in the readerโs.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.