I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all.

To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement.

We don't go to Shakespeare to find out about life in Elizabethan England; we go to Shakespeare to find out about ourselves now.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won’t complain.

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.

I have no idea what happens next.

Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?