I began to keep a reading diary. Not very dramatic as turning points
go, but there it is. A lifetime later, rereading these notebooks, I
saw that the lines I copied out, the words I deemded worth fixing
forever in the standing now of my own handwriting, clumped up with
unlikely frequency toward the start of any new book. The magic quotes
thinned out over any book's length. the curve was linear and
invariable. Perhaps writers everywhere crowded their immortal bits up
toward the front of their books, like passengers clamoring to get of a
bus. More likely, reading, for me, meant the cashing out of verbal
eternity in favor of story's forward motion. Trapping me in the plot,
each passing line left me less able to reach for my notebook and fix
the sentence in time.
-- Richard Powers. Galatea 2.2 (1995) p.96