And I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

—Job         

All right, I’ve told you my story. Now I want you to do something for me. Take me out to Cypress Hill and we’ll hear the dead people talk. They do talk there. They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is one word and that word is “live,” they say, “Live, live, live, live, live!” It’s all they’ve learned, it’s the only advice they can give. Just live.

—Tennessee Williams