Life Is A Disease.

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.

I'm Always Aware That I Risk Being Taken For A Neurasthenic Prima Donna When I Explain To Someone Who Wants 'just A Little' Of My Time That Five Minutes Of The Wrong Kind Of Distraction Can Ruin A Working Day.

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.

Good Teaching Is One-fourth Preparation And Three-fourths Pure Theatre.

Life Is A Disease.