American novelist, short story writer, poet (1901–1994).
Born April 27th, 1901 in New York City.
Died January 3rd, 1994 at 92 years old in Saint Vincent's Catholic Medical Centers.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner