“What one writes at the age of twenty-one is nothing but screaming—and does anyone consider whether a scream ought to have been screamed differently?  Language is still so thin for us in those years that the scream passes through it and carries with it only what clings to it.  One will always develop in a way that makes one’s language fuller, denser, firmer (heavier), and this of course makes sense only for someone who is sure that the scream in him also incessantly and inexorably gathers force so that later, compressed by countless atmospheres, it emerges evenly from all of the pores of the nearly impenetrable medium” (128).

from The Poet’s Guide to Life: The Wisdom of Rilke, trans. Ulrich Baer