There is one regard in which bullies show real perception when compared with their victims; it is their silent good-natured pleasure of the moment.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute?" STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some.

A convention is an agreed-upon falsehood, a permitted lie.

But such occasions of excellence became less and less frequent. As her technique became sounder, [her] sincerity became less necessary.

The dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they let go hold of the earth . . . and the ambitions they had . . . and the things they suffered . . . and the people they loved. They get weaned away from the earth - that's the way I put it - weaned away.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.