Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!
John Patrick ShanleyChoose Life over the other stuff. Get out of your head. Live. Dress up. Eat. Touch people. Help out. Give up. Love people. Give your best away. Thereโs more. Whatโs the problem? Relax. Youโre going to die. Throw a party. Eat off my plate. Sing to me. Meet me in the bedroom. Get a massage. Give one. Let your amazement out into the room. Pry open the box you hide your joy in. Be a poem.
John Patrick ShanleyWhatever you do in terms of telling a story, the most important thing that you can define is who you are.
John Patrick ShanleyDoubt requires more courage than conviction does, and more energy; because conviction is a resting place and doubt is infinite โ it is a passionate exercise. You may come out of my play uncertain. You may want to be sure. Look down on that feeling. Weโve got to learn to live with a full measure of uncertainty. There is no last word. Thatโs the silence under the chatter of our time.
John Patrick Shanley