Literary Zen XII
I don’t know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense.
writing is sorrow ~ having had written is sublime
I don’t know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense.
I would sooner a writer were vulgar than mincing; for life is vulgar, and it is life he seeks. ~ W. Somerset Maugham #ofthejournals
Let him think that I am more than I am and I will be so