Good Teaching Is One-fourth Preparation And Three-fourths

At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful For The Self-absorption Of Other People.

During The Act Of Writing I Have Told Myself Something That I Didn't Know I Knew.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. One Kind, You Can Just Tell By Looking At Them At What Point They Congealed Into Their Final Selves. It Might Be A Very Nice Self, But You Know You Can Expect No More Surprises From It. Whereas, The Other Kind Keep Moving, Changing... They Are Fluid. They Keep Moving Forward And Making New Trysts With Life, And The Motion Of It Keeps Them Young. In My Opinion, They Are The Only People Who Are Still Alive. You Must Be Constantly On Your Guard Against Congealing.

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.

Actors Between Plays Are Like Ghosts Looking For Bodies To Inhabit.