God, living is enormous!
In a lot of writing or intellectual discourse we're starting to use that model: "Oh, this is where it comes from!" I would like to concentrate on work which is more resistant to that procedure, as I think fiction is.
Photographs shock insofar as they show something novel.
Love dies because its birth was an error.
Strictly speaking, it is doubtful that a photograph can help us understand anything.
Writing is finally a series of permissions you give yourself to be expressive in certain ways. To leap. To fly. To fail.