In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world.
The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.
Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home.
...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.