Responsibilities gravitate to the person who can shoulder them.

the natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. strangely enough it all works out in the end... it's a mystery.

I'm so grateful to grab hold of something that wants to be a play. It doesn't happen very often. I don't have unwritten plays waiting for their turn.

I mean, if Beethoven had been killed in a plane crash at twenty-two, the history of music would have been very different. As would the history of aviation, of course.

The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means.

Since we cannot hope for order, let us withdraw with style from the chaos.

Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.