A play is made by sensing how the forces in life simulate ignorance-you set free the concealed irony, the deadly joke. |
All we are is a lot of talking nitrogen |
Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume. |
Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money. |
Jo ældre jeg bliver, desto sjovere bliver livet. |
Uden vores fejl er vi nuller. |