Curiosity killed the cat.

You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.

There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.

Critics? I love every bone in their heads.

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying to say in him- as you’ll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' - 'Fine! That’s beautiful. But I wasn’t trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let’s drink up and forget it. That’s more my idea.

Take some wood and canvas and nails and things. Build yourself a theater, a stage, light it, learn about it. When you've done that you will probably know how to write a play.