What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.
Every moment is a fresh beginning.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
So the lover must struggle for words.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.