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.
The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.
Audiences know what to expect, and that is all that they are prepared to believe in.
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.
Be happy -- if you're not even happy, what's so good about surviving?
There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.
Each move is dictated by the previous one--that is the meaning of order
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!
For all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure.
Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!
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.
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.
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.
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
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!
You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.
Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life question your sitution at every turn.
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