The worst constructed play is a Bach fugue when compared to life.

An actress's life is so transitory-suddenly you're a building.

Wouldn't it be nice if there weree a planet where the sound of rain falling is like Bach?" he says.
"Yes, Planet Bach," I respond.
He smiles -"Yes", he murmurs- picturing it, hearing it.

Mere longevity is a good thing for those who watch Life from the side lines. For those who play the game, an hour may be a year, a single day's work an achievement for eternity.

Life would give her everything of consequence, life would shape her, not we. All we were good for was to make the introductions.

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.