Many people like to imagine themselves as big novels— 800 page doorstops that include forty fascinating characters buzzing around each other, major crisis and triumphs, perhaps even a world scale event like a war or natural disaster in the background. All of this preferably described with the panache and poetry of a Russian master like Tolstoy or a French wordsmith like Proust. But the truth is most of us live 243 page lives, if that. There are only a few major characters in our individual stories, maybe a mid-level crisis or two, certainly some triumph or tragedy sprinkled throughout. But rarely is it profound or interesting enough to demand more pages, more explication, more background. Thoreau famously said most people live lives of quiet desperation. He could just as easily have said most lives can be summed up effectively in 200 page novels written by adequate mid-list authors. — Jonathan Carroll
He’d gone on and on about the mistake and how sorry he was for having made it. She was silent a while and then said “It’s a good mistake to make because it was a big one; no going back from fuck ups like that. If you’re going to screw up, better to do it big time so your regret is thick and long lasting. Niggling regrets are no good— they just annoy you like mosquito bites. Better they be colossal and leave scars that last a lifetime because you’re more apt to learn from big mistakes. Little ones only piss you off. — Jonathan Carroll