When the last dime is gone, I'll sit on the curb outside with a pencil and a ten cent notebook and start the whole thing over again. — Preston Sturges Copy Share Image
“I sit down on the curb, outside the Opera. People passing look at me. I will wait here for a hundred years. Or until the hot meat of romance is cooled by the dull gravy of common sense once more” — Donald Barthelme Copy Share Image
