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“Claims to ordinariness and salt-of-the-earth virtue—‘slumming it,’ as it’s crudely called—are themselves pretentious. The assumption that dropping your aitches or asserting a love of a cheap beer over a fine wine, or processed cheese over a Parmesan, will make you seem unspoiled or somehow more gritty is classic downwardly mobile play-acting.”
“Well, imagine if we only ever did what we were supposed to,”

“If you do a good play and it gets bad reviews and nobody comes it’s off in a week or two and that’s the end of it, it’s gone forever. If you do a film that’s not well received to start with, it turns out it can have a life after death.”
“Wow! This place sure is crawlin’ with celebrities. I’m the only person here I never heard of.”
“The act of salvation is never performed, because anyone with the strength to carry it out is unaware that they must do it, and the knowing person is incapable of action.”

“I would love to have had one more conversation with your father before he passed away, because I also would like to apologize to him because I’m sure I was also part of his suffering.” “Well, you’re 89, so you’ll get to tell him soon.”
“With a capital T, and that gotsta rhyme with a P, and that stands for pool!”

“Sometimes it is the evidence, the spectacle of another person’s grief that harrows you, more than the loss itself.”