There is a sort of man who pays no attention to his good actions, but is tormented by his bad ones. This is the type that most often writes about himself. – W. Somerset Maugham, The Summing Up, 1938
My dad used to draw these great cartoon figures. His dream was being a cartoonist, but he never achieved it, and it kind of broke my heart. I think part of my interest in art had to do with his yearning for something he could never have. – Kathryn Bigelow
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. – Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
