Occasionally The Very Youngness Of

Occasionally The Very Youngness Of The Young Moved Him To Charity--they Had No Sense Of The Swiftness Of Life, Nor Of Its Limits. The Years Would Pass Like Weeks, And Loves Would Pass Too, Or Else Grow Sour.

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

If I Had A Mind To Rent Pigs, I'd Be Mighty Upset. A Man That Likes To Rent Pigs Won't Be Stopped.

I Don't See How Being Married Could Be Any Worse Than Listening To You Talk For Twenty Years, But That Still Ain't Much Of A Recommendation For It.

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.