Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.
Never put the story in the lead. Let 'em have a hot shot of ambiguity right between the eyes.
After eating, an epicure gives a thin smile of satisfaction; a gastronome, burping into his napkin, praises the food in a magazine; a gourmet, repressing his burp, criticizes the food in the same magazine; a gourmand belches happily and tells everybody where he ate; a glutton empraces the white porcelain alter, or more plainly, he barfs.
Give your main clause a little space. Prose is not like boxing; the skilled writer deliberately telegraphs his punch, knowing that the reader wants to take the message directly on the chin.
Avoid overuse of 'quotation “marks. ”'
. . . it's Bush's baby, even if he shares its popularization with Gorbachev. Forget the Hitler 'new order' root; F. D. R. used the phrase earlier.
Adapt your style, if you wish, to admit the color of slang or freshness of neologism, but hang tough on clarity, precision, structure, grace.
I never go online. The Internet stuff is bonkers. You must not look at it.
I'm from an island, so I've always been near the water. I don't think I could live somewhere far from the sea.
Every time you play you have energy within you - universal energy. That's the energy that keeps everything together - the planets, the galaxies. Everything.
If I write for myself, I write a song and I bring in the musicians that are best suited to play it. There's a freedom there.