As for death one gets used to it, even if it’s only other people’s death you get used to.
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- The pleasure of one’s effect on other people still exists in age — what’s called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.
- Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. To Why am I here? To uselessness. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
- The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.
- Sex — the great inequality, the great miscalculator, the great Irritator.
- In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.
- Judges don’t age. Time decorates them.