Bel Kaufman

Never raise your voice; let them, stop talking to hear you.

Sitting near the window in this room I have caught a cold because there’s a hole in it. Well life is like that, you have to pay for your pleasure, with cash or otherwise.

What I had attempted to do was to convey the comedy of the gods against the tragedy of mortals.

Riding to school in the bus I’m all worn out from the housework and dishes and I wish the boys who fool around and so forth would one day give me their seat I’d drop dead of supprize.