What sound was that?I turn away, into the shaking room.What was that sound that came in on the dark? What is this maze of light it leaves us in? What is this stance we take, To turn away and then turn...
There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.
One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.
GOLDBERG. Of course, now. Time’s getting on. Round the corner, remember? Mention my name.
DEELEY: Myself I was a student then, juggling with my future, wondering should I bejasus saddle myself with a slip of a girl not long out of her swaddling clothes whose only claim to virtue was silenc...
What are you but a corpse waiting to be washed?
I know the place.It is true.Everything we doCorrects the space