Rehearsing a play is making the word flesh. Publishing a play is reversing the process.
Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.
Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor. It cannot be created.
I think I did have fantasies about being an actor. In fact, I know I did.
Watching Italian opera, all those male sopranos screeching, stupid fat couples rolling their eyes about. That's not love, it's just rubbish.
A child is born into a world of phenomena all equal in their power to enslave.