Art Is Too Long, And Life Is

I Was Fortunate That By The Time I Was Born, There Were A Lot Of Comforts And At The Same Time I Lived In A Neighborhood Where It Was Brought To My Eyes Every Single Day That People Didn't Live Like Me. Every Day I Knew That Many Of My Friends "got Relief." That Was Important In My Thinking About The World, Thinking That Not Everybody Lived That Way.

Well, By Now You Must Know Yourself, Honey, Whatever You Do, Life Don't Stop. It Only Sits A Minute And Dreams A Dream.

Old Age Is Another Country, A Place Of Strangeness, Sometimes, And Dislocation. There's A Lot To Be Done In This Country, And A Great Deal Of Pleasure There. There Are Friends, Some Of Whom Are Sick And Needful Of You, As You Will Be Of Them Someday. The World Itself Is Very Beautiful. It's A Place Where You Have A Lot To Do. But You Have To Do It Knowing That Sometimes You Will Be Afraid Of This New Country.

I Did Write A Number Of Reports On My Political Experiences, But There Were Many Omissions, And I Feel Bad About That Because It Was Work That Was Interesting And Had I Written More About It, It Could Have Been Useful.

My Job Is To Get People To Write Something Truthful, Something About Truth And Beauty - Wherever They Are - And To Understand How Literature Is Made. And Then If They Become Great Writers, That's Great, And Probably Has Nothing To Do With Me.