- "When Marilyn Monroe got out of the game, I wrote something like, 'Southern California's special horror notwithstanding, if the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.'
- "I wrote that in the first few shook-up minutes after hearing the bulletin sandwiched in between Don and Phil Everly and surrounded by all manner of whoops and whistles coming out of an audio signal generator, like you are apt to hear on the provincial radio these days. But I don't think I'd take those words back.
- "The world is at fault, not because it is inherently good or bad or anything but what it is, but because it doesn't prepare us in anything but body to get along with.
- "Our souls it leaves to whatever obsolescenses, bigotries,
theories of education workable and un, parental wisdom or lack of it,
happen to get in its more or less Brownian (your phrase) pilgrimage
between the cord-cutting ceremony and the time they slide you down the
chute into the oven, while the guy on the Wurlitzer plays Aba Daba Honeymoon
because you had once told somebody it was the nadir of all American
expression; only they didn't know what nadir meant but it must be good
because of the vehemence with which you expressed yourself."
EDIT: Re-reading this after Koestler's The Act Of Creation and art as the blending of the trivial and tragic planes.