I feel like a hostage to fortune. Not that I am complaining. I wanted to play the role. But in truth I didn't think the show would be such a success. OK, I thought it would fail. Not because it was bad. I was confident it was good, but plenty of good things just sort of wither on the vine.
His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.