“We can’t ever tell what will happen at all, can we? Once I stood in Grand Central Station to say goodbye to a pretty girl. I was wild about her. In fact, we decided we couldn’t live without each other and we were to be married. She had to go abroad first with her father, and when we came to see each other to say goodbye, we knew we wouldn’t see each other for almost a year. I thought I couldn’t live through it, and she stood there crying. Well, I don’t even know where she lives now, or if she is living. If she ever thinks of me at all, she probably imagines that I’m still dancing in some ballroom somewhere. Life, and money, both behave like quicksilver in a nest of cracks. When they’re gone, we can’t tell where, or what the devil we did with them.”
—Orson Welles
Thanks for depressing the hell out of me, J-Ro. No, I really mean it. THANK YOU!!! It sure is nice to feel something (ANYTHING) again.
