I like Shakespeare, but I never know what the hell is going on.
The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.
In theater, the playwright is the boss, period. The decisions will go through him or her. In movies, the writer is pretty far down on the list.
If you're not entertaining, what the hell's the point?
We're all just people, some of us accidentally connected by genetics, a random selection of cells. Nothing more.
Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.