"What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift thro..." — Arthur Miller

I am older than everyone I ever knew. All my dogs are dead. Half a dozen cats, parakeets... all gone.

It is my art. I am better at it than I ever was. And I will do it as long as I can. When you reach a certain age you can slough off what is unnecessary and concentrate on what is. And why not?

He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.

I love her too, but our neuroses just don't match.