Yesterday's Gone On Down The River And

From Him To The Stars, In All Directions, There Was Only Silence And Emptiness.

You Can Scare Off A Lot Of Cowboys Just By Looking Mean, I Guess.

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

You Know Deets Is Like Me - He's Not One To Quit On A Garment Just Because It's Got A Little Age - Spoken By Augustus Mccrae

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.