She Won't Give Him Back His Look.

I’d Like To Go Out In The Front Yard And Shout Something. “none Of This Is Worth It!” That’s What I’d Like People To Hear.

It's Possible, In A Poem Or Short Story, To Write About Commonplace Things And Objects Using Commonplace But Precise Language, And To Endow Those Things—a Chair, A Window Curtain, A Fork, A Stone, A Woman's Earring—with Immense, Even Startling Power.

Mel Thought Real Love Was Nothing Less Than Spiritual Love. He'd Said He'd Spent Five Years In A Seminary Before Quitting To Go To Medical School. He Said He Still Looked Back On Those Years In The Seminary As The Most Important Years Of His Life.

When A Reader Finishes A Wonderful Story And Lays It Aside, He Should Have To Pause For A Minute And Collect Himself.

A Great Danger, Or At Least A Great Temptation, For Many Writers Is To Become Too Autobiographical In Their Approach To Their Fiction. A Little Autobiography And A Lot Of Imagination Are Best.