Picture your grandmother in Hell, baking pies. . . without an oven.
I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.
It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.
I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.
But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.
Of course. Because at the Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy.
I had progressed as a performer, but I hadn't progressed as a human being.
Unfortunately, some of the young talants are becoming fashionable. And anything that's fashionable can become unfashionable. So one has to watch that. And it's very easy today because there are so many events - art fairs, gallery openings, etcetera. In fact, that's another thing that concerns me, the quantity of gallery openings. In my office in London, I get back after a week, and I have 30 invitations. It's too much.
The first time I went over to [my director's] house, he said to me, This is a very strange play. I was pleased that he reminded me of that. [He] understands the play [VENUS] intellectually and emotionally and the humor, the funny bone.