Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

How strange to have failed as a social creature-even criminals do not fail that way-they are the law's 'Loyal Opposition,' so to speak. But the insane are alwa…

He [Welles] was an onlooker at the clumsy, poignant suicide of 'The Man on the Ledge,' which took place in New York in 1938, when a boy perched for fourteen ho…

It was reported that the fireworks were beginning and Diana, ever enthusiastic, led the procession to the roof. I was bringing up the rear, had reached the top…

After all, no one is ever taken in by the happy ending, but we are often divinely fuddled by the tragic curtain.