Words are sacred. If you get the right ones in the right order you can nudge the world a little.

I'm going to be dead before I read the books I'm going to read.

There would be this algebraic equation with an equals sign in the middle, and all the components would have different letters of the alphabet. It would come out right with x+z^2+t/q=y+co, and the co would be clothes off!

Words, words. They're all we have to go on.

I feel overestimated.

We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

My life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.