The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.

I have no doubt that they'll tell you a lot of kind things about me when my back is turned. They may not have been behind the door when God passed out the pretty faces, but Heaven only knows where they were when He divided up the gratitude.

The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow.

When we passed a Catholic church, I recalled, he said, 'You think your dad's a good chemist? They're turning soda crackers into meat in there. Can your dad do that?

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

If there really had been a Mercutio, and if there really were a Paradise, Mercutio might be hanging out with teenage Vietnam draftee casualties now, talking about what it felt like to die for other people's vanity and foolishness.