It would have been the equivalent of Jackson Pollock's attempts to copy the Sistine Chapel.
Authors are sometimes like tomcats: They distrust all the other toms but they are kind to kittens.
No complete son of a bitch ever wrote a good sentence.
They tell you that you'll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don't tell you is that you won't miss it very much.
It is the fear of being as dependent as a young child, while not being loved as a child is loved, but merely being kept alive against one's will.
