A Quote by Edward Albee

Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end. — © Edward Albee
Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end.
Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end; and I am at just the very beginning of what I hope will be a long and satisfying life in the theater. But, whatever happens, I am grateful to have had my novice work received so well, and so quickly.
People who disagree with His Excellency, the President for Life and 'Chief of Chiefs,' are frequently found to be the victims of car crashes (their bodies mysteriously riddled with bullets); or dead in their beds of heart attacks (their bodies mysteriously riddled with bullets); or the recipients of some not-quite-fresh seafood (their bodies mysteriously riddled with bullets).
I try to cultivate friendships, because they are great assets. And I tend to make them last over time. Nevertheless sometimes they end mysteriously and you don't really know for what reason. Just like loves.=
The end of my addiction to fame happened at the exact moment 'Roseanne' dropped out of the top ten, in the seventh of our nine seasons. It was mysteriously instantaneous!
The end of my addiction to fame happened at the exact moment Roseanne dropped out of the top ten, in the seventh of our nine seasons. It was mysteriously instantaneous!
The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.
We will remember UPA 2, if at all, it seems, as that period when things went mysteriously wrong - for the bribe-taking, buck-passing, foot-dragging, and general sense of paralysis.
Depression...so mysteriously painful and elusive.
Life is absolutely, mysteriously beautiful.
But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.
Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously.
And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they go. They sail along, and a ringing Sweet melody rises on high; And when the swans begin singing, They presently must die.
One of the things I reject in our cultural divisions is the clash between faith and reason, and I would say the same about mystery and intellect. They are somehow mysteriously akin to each other.
War puts its questions stupidly, peace mysteriously.
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
We have been mysteriously gifted this amazing life. Let us not complain.
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