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The novel is more of a whisper, whereas the stage is a shout.
The novel is more of a whisper, whereas the stage is a shout.
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work read more
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work -- the night watchman.
You can throw away the privilege of acting, but that would be such a shame. The tribe has elected you read more
You can throw away the privilege of acting, but that would be such a shame. The tribe has elected you to tell its story. You are the shaman/healer, that's what the storyteller is, and I think it's important for actors to appreciate that. Too often actors think it's all about them, when in reality it's all about the audience being able to recognize themselves in you. The more you pull away from the public, the less power you have on screen.
I believe that in a great city, or even in a small city or a village, a great theater is read more
I believe that in a great city, or even in a small city or a village, a great theater is the outward and visible sign of an inward and probable culture.
I submit all my plays to the National Theatre for rejection. To assure myself I am seeing clearly.
I submit all my plays to the National Theatre for rejection. To assure myself I am seeing clearly.
The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends read more
The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost expurgated of idiots.
All of the arts, poetry, music, ritual, the visible arts, the theater, must singly and together create the most comprehensive read more
All of the arts, poetry, music, ritual, the visible arts, the theater, must singly and together create the most comprehensive art of all, a humanized society, and its masterpiece, free man
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for read more
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.
My playground was the theatre. I'd sit and watch my mother pretend for a living. As a young girl, that's read more
My playground was the theatre. I'd sit and watch my mother pretend for a living. As a young girl, that's pretty seductive.