a sense of well-being so profound that I did not want to go to sleep. |
How does 'flu' morph into whole-body infection? |
I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge. |
The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord. |
What a writer brings to any story is an attitude |
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe. |
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe. |