Writing to me is like flying a kite. The beauty of the kite must not be blurred, which requires that while it may soar high like an eagle, it must be visible. Thus, the beauty of language, no matter how ornate it is, must not tamper with its clarity. The kite must not be too low to suggest its earthy status. Similarly, the height of words reflect from its distance from prosaic style. Further, just as the string of the kite must be held firmly to prevent it from falling, the sentence must be firmly prevented from falling apart, reflecting the tightness of diamonds in a lovely necklace.