Hipolito

Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.

Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.

... life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show that will never play.

We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.

Forget it! Critics are like leeches sucking the blood of writers.

Hipolito: — We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.
Gina: — We do it to keep us from talking crap.

Failed writer, failed life... I love the word "fail". Failure is human destiny. Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show that will never play.