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“Maud: Young women are never happy.
Betty: Mother, what a thing to say.
Maud: Then when they're older they look back and see that comparatively speaking they were ecstatic.”
― Cloud 9
Betty: Mother, what a thing to say.
Maud: Then when they're older they look back and see that comparatively speaking they were ecstatic.”
― Cloud 9
“There was someone called Hippasus in Greek times who found out about the diagonal of a square and they drowned him because no one wanted to know about things like that. Like what? Numbers that make you uncomfortable and don’t relate to oranges.”
― Love and Information
― Love and Information
“I’ll take her no mistake no mister no missed her no mist no miss no me no.”
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“Twigs and beetles and dead body. Water and blood. You’ll never get back.”
― The Skriker
― The Skriker
“Maybe he should have kept quiet about if he knew they couldn't stand it.
Is that what you do?”
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Is that what you do?”
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“numbers that make you uncomfortable and don't relate to oranges”
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“Glegg: But do you intend to be dead?
Worsely: I try to. My doctor says I'm so safety prone I must have a lifewish. I have a sense of humour about psychiatrists.”
― Owners
Worsely: I try to. My doctor says I'm so safety prone I must have a lifewish. I have a sense of humour about psychiatrists.”
― Owners
“Martin: Yes, I'd like to go home and do some work. I'm writing a novel about women from the women's point of view.”
― Cloud 9
― Cloud 9
“No I think that’s the joy of it. The hats are ephemeral. It’s like a metaphor for something or other.”
― Far Away
― Far Away
“Drunk enough to say "I love you?" - Caryl Churchill”
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“Heard her boast beast a roast beef eater, daughter could spin span spick and spun the
lowest form of wheat straw into gold, raw into roar, golden lion and lyonesse under
the sea, dungeonesse under the castle for bad mad sad adders and takers away.
Never marry a king size well beloved. Chop chip pan chap finger chirrup chirrup
cheer up off with you’re making no headway. Weeps seeps deeps her pretty puffy
cream cake hole in the heart operation. Sees a little blackjack thingalingo with a
long long tale awinding. May day, she cries, may pole axed me to help her. So I spin
the sheaves shoves shivers into golden guild and geld and if she can’t guessing game
and safety match my name then I’ll take her no mistake no mister no missed her no
mist no miss no me no. Is it William Gwylliam Guillaume? Is it John Jack the ladder
in your stocking is it Joke? Is it Alexander Sandro Andrew Drewsteignton?
Mephistopheles Toffeenose Tiffany’s Timpany Timothy Mossycoat? No ’t ain’t, says
I, no tainted meat me after the show me what you’ve got. Then pointing her finger
says Tom tit tot! Tomtom tiny tot blue tit tit! Out of her pinkle lippety loppety, out of
her mouthtrap, out came my secreted garden flower of my youth and beauty and the
beast is six six six o’clock in the morning becomes electric stormy petrel bomb.
Shriek! shrink! shuck off to a shack, sick, soak, seek a sleep slope slap of the dark to
shelter skelter away, a wail a whirl a world away.
Slit slat slut. That bitch a botch an itch in my shoulder blood. Bitch botch itch. Slat
itch slit botch. Itch slut bitch slit.
Put my hand to the baby and scissors seizures seize you sizzle. Metal cross cross me
out cross my heartburn sunburn sunbeam in my eyelash your back. Or garlic lickety
split me in two with the stink bombastic. Or pin prick cockadoodle do you feel it?
But if the baby has no name better nick a name, better Old Nick than no name,
because then we can have the snap crackle poppet to bake and brew and broody
more babies and leave them an impossible, a gobbling, a no.
I’ve been a hairy here he is changeling changing chainsaw massacre massive a sieve
to carry water from the well well what’s to be done? Brother brewed beer in an
eggshell. I said I’m old old every so olden dazed but I never see saw marjory before
three two one blast off!
Put me on a red hot shovel pushel bushel and a peck peck peck. Gave me red hot
metal in a piping hot metal in a pie ping pong what a stink. Call the vicar to exorcise
exercise regular sex a size larger six or seventh heaven and hellcat.”
― The Skriker
lowest form of wheat straw into gold, raw into roar, golden lion and lyonesse under
the sea, dungeonesse under the castle for bad mad sad adders and takers away.
Never marry a king size well beloved. Chop chip pan chap finger chirrup chirrup
cheer up off with you’re making no headway. Weeps seeps deeps her pretty puffy
cream cake hole in the heart operation. Sees a little blackjack thingalingo with a
long long tale awinding. May day, she cries, may pole axed me to help her. So I spin
the sheaves shoves shivers into golden guild and geld and if she can’t guessing game
and safety match my name then I’ll take her no mistake no mister no missed her no
mist no miss no me no. Is it William Gwylliam Guillaume? Is it John Jack the ladder
in your stocking is it Joke? Is it Alexander Sandro Andrew Drewsteignton?
Mephistopheles Toffeenose Tiffany’s Timpany Timothy Mossycoat? No ’t ain’t, says
I, no tainted meat me after the show me what you’ve got. Then pointing her finger
says Tom tit tot! Tomtom tiny tot blue tit tit! Out of her pinkle lippety loppety, out of
her mouthtrap, out came my secreted garden flower of my youth and beauty and the
beast is six six six o’clock in the morning becomes electric stormy petrel bomb.
Shriek! shrink! shuck off to a shack, sick, soak, seek a sleep slope slap of the dark to
shelter skelter away, a wail a whirl a world away.
Slit slat slut. That bitch a botch an itch in my shoulder blood. Bitch botch itch. Slat
itch slit botch. Itch slut bitch slit.
Put my hand to the baby and scissors seizures seize you sizzle. Metal cross cross me
out cross my heartburn sunburn sunbeam in my eyelash your back. Or garlic lickety
split me in two with the stink bombastic. Or pin prick cockadoodle do you feel it?
But if the baby has no name better nick a name, better Old Nick than no name,
because then we can have the snap crackle poppet to bake and brew and broody
more babies and leave them an impossible, a gobbling, a no.
I’ve been a hairy here he is changeling changing chainsaw massacre massive a sieve
to carry water from the well well what’s to be done? Brother brewed beer in an
eggshell. I said I’m old old every so olden dazed but I never see saw marjory before
three two one blast off!
Put me on a red hot shovel pushel bushel and a peck peck peck. Gave me red hot
metal in a piping hot metal in a pie ping pong what a stink. Call the vicar to exorcise
exercise regular sex a size larger six or seventh heaven and hellcat.”
― The Skriker
“But if there isn't a right way to do things you have to invent one.”
― Cloud 9 by Caryl Churchill
― Cloud 9 by Caryl Churchill
“I am perfectly calm. I am just outspoken.”
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“Or maybe there was no one there at all and you'd gone out so no matter how hard I shouted there was no one there.”
― A Number
― A Number
“Worsely: You know what you were saying about a plastic bag. Suppose I put a plastic bag around my head and tied it tightly round the neck. What could possibly go wrong?
Clegg: Some of them nowadays has safety holes.
Worsely: Not all. I would have a look”
― Owners
Clegg: Some of them nowadays has safety holes.
Worsely: Not all. I would have a look”
― Owners
“And then I thought, ‘wait a minute, my whole concept of what plays might be is from plays written by men…’ And I remember long before that thinking of the ‘maleness’ of the traditional structure of plays, with conflict and building in a certain way to a climax.”
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“I woke up in the morning,
Blood was on the sheet,
I looked at all the women,
When I passed them in the street.
Nobody sings about it
But it happens all the time.
I met an old old woman
Who made my blood run cold.
You don't stop wanting sex, she said,
Just because you're old.
Oh nobody sings about it,
but it happens all the time.
I could be glad of the change of life,
But it makes me feel so strange.
If your life is being wanted
Do you want your life to change?
Oh nobody sings about it,
but it happens all the time.
Do you want your skin to wrinkle
And your cunt get sore and dry?
And they say it's just your hormones
If you cry and cry and cry.
Oh nobody sings about it,
but it happens all the time.”
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Blood was on the sheet,
I looked at all the women,
When I passed them in the street.
Nobody sings about it
But it happens all the time.
I met an old old woman
Who made my blood run cold.
You don't stop wanting sex, she said,
Just because you're old.
Oh nobody sings about it,
but it happens all the time.
I could be glad of the change of life,
But it makes me feel so strange.
If your life is being wanted
Do you want your life to change?
Oh nobody sings about it,
but it happens all the time.
Do you want your skin to wrinkle
And your cunt get sore and dry?
And they say it's just your hormones
If you cry and cry and cry.
Oh nobody sings about it,
but it happens all the time.”
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“Do you think you're well enough to do this job. You don't have to do it. No one's going to think any the less of you if you stay here with me. There's no point being so liberated you make yourself cry all the time. You stay and we'll get everything sorted out. What it is about sex, when we talk while it's happening I get to feel it's like a driving lesson. Left, right, a little faster, carry on, slow down...”
― Cloud 9
― Cloud 9
