The human comedy is always tragic, but since its ingredients are always the same - dupe, fox, straight, like burlesque skits - the repetition through the ages is comedy.
Dawn PowellYou woke in the morning with the weight of doom on your head. You lay with eyes shut wondering why you dreaded the day; was it a debt, was it a lost love? -and then you remembered the nightmare....This was no time for beauty, for love, or private future....There was no future; everyone waited, marked time, waited. For what?
Dawn PowellHold fast to whatever fragments of love that exist, for sometimes a mosaic is more beautiful than an unbroken pattern.
Dawn PowellSatire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.
Dawn Powell