I don’t like people,” said Velvet. “... I only like horses.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.
I am not a born writer, but I was born a writer.
The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.
You will be old-fashioned one day. It’s more shocking than getting old.
From birth to death we are alone...