Pryor’s voice was his own, as a writer, performer and, most of all, comedian. Like Lenny Bruce before him and Bill Hicks after, Pryor’s only weapon was truth, and he wielded it fearlessly. And, fittingly, he died with a smile on his face. He is already missed.
[The novel] is the form that allows a writer the greatest opportunity to explore human experience... For that reason, reading a novel is potentially a significant act. Because there are so many varieties of human experience, so many kinds of interaction between humans, and so many ways of creating patterns in the novel that can’t be created in a short story, a play, a poem or a movie. The novel, simply, offers more opportunities for a reader to understand the world better, including the world of artistic creation. That sounds pretty grand, but I think it’s true.-- Don DeLillo
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