Autumnal -- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day ... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it ... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth -- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.
Tom StoppardTo be frank: the translations that often sound bad in the mouths of the actors, these have often been done by linguists.
Tom StoppardI've never written an original piece for film; all the original things I've done are for the stage.
Tom Stoppard