Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
We defend ourselves by descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.
The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.
On connecting: Where does one person end and another person begin?
It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.