Hungarian activist, editor (1877-1948).
Born September 11th, 1877 in Budapest. [ref]
Died August 3rd, 1948 at 70 years old in New York City (pneumonia). [ref]
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