Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, where's it going to end?
Death is the ultimate negative.
Before Plato could describe love, the loved one had to be invented. We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love disc...
Audiences know what to expect, and that is all that they are prepared to believe in.
If I had been asked to write 1,200 words for a newspaper tomorrow, on any subject, I would just do it rather than leave a white hole in the page. And I think it's a very healthy attitude to take to wr...
You can't but know that if you can capture the emotions of the audience as well as their minds, the play will work better, because it's a narrative art form.
When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.
Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!
Rosencrantz: Shouldn't we be doing something--constructive?Guildenstern: What did you have in mind? ... A short, blunt human pyramid...?
ROS: Why don't you go and have a look?GUIL: Pragmatism?! - is that all you have to offer?
LADY CROOM: ....My lake is drained to a ditch for no purpose I can understand, unless it be that snipe and curlew have deserted three counties so that they may be shot in our swamp. What you painted a...
It could have been--it didn't have to be .... It could have been--a bird out of season, dropping bright-feathered on my shoulder.... It could have been a tongueless dwarf standing by the road to point...
I have three copies of the first edition, which sold in double figures, speaking loosely; there was a moment when Blond's 'Lord Malquist and Mr Moon' sold 67 copies, or some such number, in Venezuela...
GUIL: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder then a man talking nonsense not to himself.ROS: Or just as mad.GUIL: Or just as mad.ROS: And he does both.GUIL: So there you are.RO...
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 g...
Can't you function unless you're losing?
Actors! The mechanics of cheap melodrama! That isn't death! You scream and choke and sink to your knees but it doesn't bring death home to anyone- it doesn't catch them unawares and start the whisper...
Я хотела кое-что спросить у вас, но вы можете рассердиться. Тем не менее я вам отвечу. Нет. Но вы же не знаете, что я собиралась спросить? Не знаю. Но теперь вы можете подогнать свой вопрос к моему от...
Бог, в понимании Шеллинга, — это космос, единство природы, которое пробивается к сознанию, и человек — первая победа на этом пути, животные дышат ему в затылок, овощи несколько отстают, а камням пока...
[Christopher:] You cannot conceive of the quantity of explosives the armies throw at each other for each man killed! The shells make a continuous noise, sometimes like an enormous machine breaking apa...