Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life question your sitution at every turn.
Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life question your sitution at every turn.
The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.
The truth is, we value your company, for want of any other. We have been left so much to our own devices-after a while one welcomes the uncertainty of being left to other people's.
There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.
There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened. Don't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!
Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!
A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty-and, by which definition, a philosopher-dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.
We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction. And time is its only measure.
Audiences know what to expect, and that is all that they are prepared to believe in.
We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.
Be happy -- if you're not even happy, what's so good about surviving?
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it
Each move is dictated by the previous one--that is the meaning of order
Words, words. They're all we have to go on.
For all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure.
You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.
Give us this day our daily mask.
He's never known anything like it! But then, he has never known anything to write home about, so this is nothing to write home about.
It would have been nice to have had unicorns.
Now for a handful of guilders I happen to have a private and uncut performance of the rape of the Sabine Women - or rather woman, or rather Alfred -Get your skirt on Alfred!
Pirates could happen to anyone.
The days of the digital watch are numbered.
I want to be part of the Royal Court's history before I pack it in. Some of my best nights of the last 40 years have been spent in the Royal Court's auditorium. I don't want to fall under a bus before having a play on its stage.
It is better of course to know useless things than to know nothing.
Good things, when short, are twice as good.
Get me inside any boardroom and I'll get any decision I want.
On the one hand, it makes life very difficult for them. On the other hand - and this isn't a recommendation for being a suppressed writer - in their situation now, as with Havel and his friends in the '70s and '80s, the consolation is that your work matters.
Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound...
The House of Lords, an illusion to which I have never been able to subscribe - responsibility without power, the prerogative of the eunuch throughout the ages.
From principles is derived probability, but truth or certainty is obtained only from facts.
The results of the divorce between truth and human beings can be most graphically observed in politics
James Joyce - an essentially private man who wished his total indifference to public notice to be universally recognized.
I still believe that if your aim is to change the world, journalism is a more immediate short-term weapon.
All mystical experience is coincidence and vice versa, of course.
I don't think I can be expected to take seriously any game which takes less than three days to reach its conclusion.
If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.
With his earliest work he stood alone in British theatre up against the bewilderment and incomprehension of critics, the audience and writers too.
The sense of suppression, ... or self-suppression, and pressure generally which came off even this photograph of the page of this diary was so strong and so moving. There was a love story here.
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smellof smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
If Beethoven had been killed in a plane crash at the age of 22, it would have changed the history of music, and of aviation
Words are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order you can nudge the world a little.
We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.
We're actors. We're the opposite of people.
Revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis of suffering.
A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.
Never believe in mirrors or newspapers.
Junk journalism is the evidence of a society that has got at least one thing right, that there should be nobody with the power to dictate where responsible journalism begins
Between 'just desserts' and 'tragic irony' we are given quite a lot of scope for our particular talent. Generally speaking, things have gone about as far as they can possibly go when things have got about as bad as they reasonably get.
What a fine persecution - to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.
Life is a gamble, at terrible odds - if it was a bet you wouldn't take it.
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