As She Laughed I Was Aware Of

Our Emotions Are Only “incidents” In The Effort To Keep Day And Night Together.

We Might Remind Ourselves That Criticism Is As Inevitable As Breathing, And That We Should Be None The Worse For Articulating What Passes In Our Minds When We Read A Book And Feel An Emotion About It, For Criticizing Our Own Minds In Their Work Of Criticism.

And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns And Exhausted Wells.

It's Not Wise To Violate Rules Until You Know How To Observe Them.

The Purpose Of Literature Is To Turn Blood Into Ink.