An Only Child Is Never Twelve.

The Theatre Is A Gross Art, Built In Sweeps And Over-emphasis. Compromise Is Its Second Name.

One's Palate Is Reborn Every Morning!

After Forty Years Of Marriage We Still Stood With Broken Swords In Our Hands.

I Am Not A Born Writer, But I Was Born A Writer.

If Death Becomes Cheap It Is The Watcher, Not The Dying, Who Is Poisoned.