Why Do Birds Sing In The Morning?

Who Wants To Become A Writer? And Why? Because It's The Answer To Everything. ... 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.

There May Be Wonder In Money, But, Dear God, There Is Money In Wonder.

One Never Knows When One Is Old For Certain.

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

From Birth To Death We Are Alone.