Setayesh Yavari

“DON. I mean ... what do you want, Rosalind? -
ROSALIND. So many things: to wake up without feeling the
weight of the day pressing down, to fall asleep more easily, without
wondering what it is that's keeping me awake, to eat more beets
and also turnips, to be kissed, to feel important, to learn how to be
okay being with other people, and also how to be alone. To be a
child again, held up and admired, the world full of endless future.
To be kissed.To feel every day what it would be to stand at the
summit of a mountain in Wales, or Switzerland, or America, looking
out over the world on a late afternoon with this man sitting across
from me. Or to feel it once.”
― Anna Ziegler

“MAURICE. And I wanted to join you. I got in the queue to buy a ticket.
ROSALIND. All right, so what happened?
MAURICE. It's not what happened ... It's what could happen. Now.
ROSALIND. What are you talking about, Maurice?
MAURICE. January, 1951. This time, I attend the play. And I see you across the theater. (He looks to her. She remains still unmoved)
MAURICE. This time, we make eye contact. And afterwards, we meet in the back. By the bar. (She doesn't move.) This time I say,
"Did you enjoy the performance?" (She stares at him. Says nothing.)
«Gielgud is excellent, don't you think? (Beat.)
ROSALIND. Yes, very lifelike. Very good.
MAURICE. And the incredible thing is we're both there, watching
him. Experiencing the very same thing. Together.
ROSALIND. It is incredible.
MAURICE. Boch watching.
ROSALIND. And when Hermione died, even though it was Leontes' fault, I felt for him. I truly did.
MAURICE.
Come, poor babe:
I have heard, but not believed -
ROSALIND and MAURICE.
The spirits o' the dead
May walk again.
MAURICE. And they do. I love that Hermione wasn't really dead.
That she comes back.
ROSALIND. (Sympathetically.) No, Maurice. She doesn't. Not really.
MAURICE. Of course she does.
ROSALIND. No.
MAURICE. Then how do you explain the statue coming to life?
ROSALIND. Hope. They all project it. Leontes projects life where
there is none, so he can be forgiven.
MAURICE. But don't you think he deserves to be forgiven?
ROSALIND. Do I forgive myself?
MAURICE. What? For what? (Beat.)”
― Anna Ziegler

“DON. You know, I have this theory ... I think the things we
want but can't have are probably the things that define us ...
And I've spent more time than I'd like to admit coming to this
pretty simple conclusion so I hope you don't think it's completely
ridiculous. But ... I guess I'm talking about ... I don't know ...
yearning?”
― Anna Ziegler

“ROSALIND. (To the audience.) I have two rumors. Twin tumors.
Twins scampering around my body on tricycles, dropping handfuls
of dirt as they go ... For a moment I think of naming one Watson
and the other Crick, but no, I tell myself: Rosalind, dispel the
thought. (Beat.) No. I have ovarian cancer. A tumor in each ovary,
one the size of a tennis ball, and the other a croquet ball, and they
are indeed an efficient pair.”
― Anna Ziegler