The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

Prose writers are interested mostly in life and commas.

Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.

The thing about working with time, instead of against it, he thought, is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.

In general she had found that the main drawback in being a man was that conversations were less interesting.

There is no kingdom like the forests.

The reader can't take much for granted in a fiction where the scenery can eat the characters.