I've Told You, Nobody Becomes An Artist

Always Learn Poems By Heart. They Have To Become The Marrow In Your Bones. Like Fluoride In The Water, They'll Make Your Soul Impervious To The World's Soft Decay.

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

This Involves More Than I Can Discuss Here, But Do It. Read The Writers Of Great Prose Dialogue-people Like Robert Stone And Joan Didion. Compression, Saying As Little As Possible, Making Everything Carry Much More Than Is Actually Said. Conflict. Dialogue As Part Of An Ongoing World, Not Just Voices In A Dark Room. Never Say The Obvious. Skip The Meet And Greet.

Dawn Has A Way Of Casting A Pall On Any Night Magic.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.