The good die young but not always. The wicked prevail but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.
The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.
Only the poet can look beyond the detail and see the whole picture.
There is only one terminal dignity - love.
All my dogs have been scamps and thieves and troublemakers and I've adored them all.
Our house was always filled with dogs... They helped make our house a kennel, it is true, but the constant patter of their filthy paws and the dreadful results of their brainless activities have warmed me throughout the years.