My Dad hated his job. He sold overcoats but he wanted to make movies. He had a failed career working with the Ritz Brothers - they were like the Marx Brothers only a tier below. I always had a picture in my mind of him in a straw hat.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping...
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
