No one expects the doormat to stand upright, shake itself off, and amble down the street to seek its own happiness.
It's doubtful that any fiction worth reading has been produced on a computer running Windows Vista.
I'm trying to get at something a little transcendent between humans. But at the same time, there's all that baggage: What's beautiful about humans is what's balanced by what's kind of ugly and petty and depressing.
It's kind of sad, the way we've turned the entertainment of reading into a kind of psychic broccoli - something to feel guilty about if you don't force it on your face-making children while dutifully consuming a few token florets yourself.
Guys know how to read each other's signals. They know how to telegraph love for one another without throwing their arms around one another.
Never use dogs to symbolize anything. That is ridiculous. Always ensure that any dogs are just dogs; i.e., characters in the story who happen to be dogs.
