She thought: How hard it is to change one’s life. And again she thought: How terrifyingly simple to change the lives of others. - Cynthia Ozick

Like twinned with unlike is beauty's shock. And beauty...is eternal.

sometimes starting is so difficult. Because it's all chaos. It's the difference between writing an essay, which if it's about Henry James, at least you know that much. But with fiction you don't. It could be a scene in your mind or it could be some kind of tendril that you can barely define. So I have to force it. And then after – and this is real compulsion, real self-flagellation – it kind of takes off. But there's a lot of agony before. And sometimes during. And sometimes all through. But just before the end and revelations start coming, that's the joy. But mostly its hell.

He who cries, "What do I care about universality? I only know what is in me," does not know even that.