she had the heavy-wide fingers of a blonde englishman minus the droll charm and lectured:

"the job of a poet is to use thier subject matter,
be it a tree or an empty wine bottle,
to connect with thier reader and subtley relate it the human condition"

"if you can show rather than tell an abstract emotion while invoking that feeling in your readers mind you have created, through your words, art."

"what are your goals?"

i raised my hand:

"i want to be published so i can quit my job and stay home to jerk off in peace."