I Never Met A Soul In This

Obviously, Where Art Has It Over Life Is In The Matter Of Editing. Life Can Be Seen To Suffer From A Drastic Lack Of Editing. It Stops Too Quick, Or Else It Goes On Too Long. Worse, Its Pacing Is Erratic. Some Chapters Are Little More Than A Few Sentences In Length, While Others Stretch Into Volumes. Life, For All Its Raw Talent, Has Little Sense Of Structure. It Creates Amazing Textures, But It Can't Be Counted On For Snappy Beginnings Or Good Endings Either. Indeed, In Many Cases No Ending Is Provided At All.

I Once Owned A Collection Of 77 Novels That Won The Pulitzer. The Only Good Novel Of The Bunch Was The Grapes Of Wrath.

He Had Known Several Men Who Blew Their Heads Off, And He Had Pondered It Much. It Seemed To Him It Was Probably Because They Could Not Take Enough Happiness Just From The Sky And The Moon To Carry Them Over The Low Feelings That Came To All Men.

Maybe You Can Make Art Out Of Unredeemed Pain, But Only If You're A Genius -- Dostoyevsky Perhaps.

... People Are Always Turning Out To Be Tougher Than I Think They Are.