The world is a zoo
ROSS I hear a kind of … rushing sound, like a … wooooosh!, or … wings, or something. MARTIN It’s probably the Eumenides.
Everything becomes... too late, finally. You know it's going on... up on the hill; you can see the dust, and hear the cries, and the steel... but you wait; and time happens. When you do go, sword, shi...
What I wanted to get at is the value difference between pornographic playing cards when you're a kid, and pornographic playing cards when you're older. It's that when you're a kid you use the cards as...
Martha: ... I cry allllll the time; but deep inside, so no one can see me. I cry all the time. And Georgie cries all the time, too. We both cry all the time, and then what we do, we cry, and we take o...
MARTIN (Serious) Am I too young for Alzheimer’s? STEVIE Probably. Isn’t it nice to be too young for something?
It's sad to know you've gone through it all, or most of it, without… that the one body you'v wrapped your arms around, the only skin you've ever known, is your own… and that's it's dry, and not warm.
Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end.
Who tolerates, which is intolerable; who is kind, which is cruel; who understands, which is beyond comprehension...
I write to find out what I'm talking about.
It's one of those things a person has to do; sometimes a person has to go a very long distance out of his way to come back a short distance correctly.
Awww, 'tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads.
First, I'll kill the dog with kindness, and if that doesn't work, I'll just kill him.
We must have that put in Latin—We do what we can—on
The most profound indication of social malignancy ... no sense of humor. None of the monoliths could take a joke.
If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?
Good writers define reality; bad ones merely restate it. A good writer turns fact into truth; a bad writer will, more often than not, accomplish the opposite.
You want to dance with me, angel tits?
Stevie: (Not listening) That you can do these two things... and not understand how it... SHATTERS THE GLASS!!?? How it cannot be dealt with-how stop and forgiveness have nothing to do with it? and how...
I said I was impressed, Martha. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?