If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.
As you get older, you sometimes feel that it's harder and harder to get something new and wonderful to come into your life.
There's a practical problem about time and energy, and a more subtle problem of what it does to a writer's head, to continually analyze why they write, where it all comes from, where it's going to.

