Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

Until I Have Been Able To Bury My Head So Deep In Dear London That I Can Forget That I Have Ever Been Away I Am Inconsolable.

I Have Used The Word "attention," Which I Borrow From Simone Weil, To Express The Idea Of A Just And Loving Gaze Directed Upon Individual Reality. I Believe This To Be The Characteristic And Proper Mark Of The Active Moral Agent.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

Almost Any Tale Of Our Doings Is Comic. We Are Bottomlessly Comic To Each Other. Even The Most Adored And Beloved Person Is Comic To His Lover. The Novel Is A Comic Form. Language Is A Comic Form, And Makes Jokes In Its Sleep. God, If He Existed, Would Laugh At His Creation. Yet It Is Also The Case That Life Is Horrible, Without Metaphysical Sense, Wrecked By Chance, Pain And The Close Prospect Of Death. Out Of This Is Born Irony, Our Dangerous And Necessary Tool.