When I was in college I was accused of being a goody two-shoes. But every goody two-shoes has a bad side.
Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.
I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.
Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.
It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mind.
I drank that sentence and began to glow.
going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere
First draft: let it run. Turn all the knobs up to 11. Second draft: hell. Cut it down and cut it into shape. Third draft: comb its nose and blow its hair. I usually find that most of the book will have handed itself to me on that first draft.
Confront them with annihilation, and they will then survive; plunge them into a deadly situation, and they will then live. When people fall into danger, they are then able to strive for victory.
When something awful happens, sometimes people get stuck.
What you're doing is putting into professional play the way that you relate to other people, the way that you analyze and relate to a written text, the way that you would persuade anybody to do anything. It has to do with listening, with humility and a sense of yourself.