There is something about seeing real people on a stage that makes a bad play more intimately, more personally offensive than any other art form.
An aphorism is a generalization of sorts, and our present-day writers seem more at home with the particular.
His father, Vincent, took him to La Coupole in Paris and, after sitting on the terrace for a while, walked off and forgot him. It was the perfect start in life for a writer.