Those that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means and easy tasks; He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding

Old fools are babes again.

His life was gentle, and the elements / So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up / And say to all the world, / This was a man!

Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach

It is as easy as lying.

I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will learn from almost any source that he finds. He will learn from older people who are not writers, he will learn from writers, but he learns it -- you can't teach it.