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“Directors and actors should ask themselves basic questions for every moment in the play: “who, when, where, why, for what reason, how.” At times, directors will not find answers through reading but must conduct research. […] What did Denmark look like? How cold were castles? People do not live generally; they live specifically.”

P.11

“There can’t be a sad shadow if there wasn’t a light to cast it” (34).
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“A kiss is a curious thing. The pressure of lips pressed together, the intermingling of breath, the silent vibration of one person’s skin that carries like a wave into another’s; a message transmitted from the heart of one into the heart of the other” (35).

Mon rythme de lecture est très lent, car je suis encore débutante en français, mais j’y prends beaucoup de plaisir.

BRANWELL. What do you know? What do you know about life? About the passion and the ecstasy. About the mess and the fear. Nothing. Defiled. We are all defiled. We are born drenched in blood and bile. Born guilty. Born ashamed.

There is no God. He is not there. He cannot hear you. There is only us. Us and the darkness.

p. 69

EMILY. Have you ever thought how strange it is that we consider nakedness shameful. That we consider it quite sensible to bind women into corsets and crinolines. To torture hair with hot irons. To hide under mountains of silk and lace and whalebone. All this is considered most respectable, whilst the sight of the flesh God gave us is sinful.

pp. 42-3

سوگ کاری کرده که پوست بیندازم. البته اول فلس‌گیری کرده، باورها و معیارهای قبلیم را فلس فلس کنده، برده و نگاهم را تغییر داده. پشیمانم خیلی چیزها را مسلم و محقق می‌دانسته‌ام. مثلا این را که بایست سوگواری کرد (…) و بالاخره از سوگ گذشت.

آمدند و کندند و سوختند و کشتند و بردند و رفتند
(در توصیف کشیش و دلاک و آن‌چه بر کتابخانه‌ی شخصی دن‌کیشوت رفت)

«من اگر او را به شما نشان دهم دیگر اعتراف شما به یک حقیقت آشکار چه ارزشی تواند داشت؟ مهم این است که شما بی‌آنکه او را دیده باشید […] بالای آن قسم بخورید و همه‌جا به زور اسلحه آن را به کرسی بنشانید.»

انتظاری که برخی دین‌دارها دارن:

"You reckon he's crazy?"
Miss Maudie shook her head. "If he's not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets—“
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- page 46

“Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr. Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight, but Jem figured that Mr.
Radley kept him chained to the bed most of the time. Atticus said no, it wasn't that sort of thing, that there were other ways of making people into ghosts.”

“Lying in me, as though it were white
Stone in the depths of a well, is one
Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain.
(…)
I know the gods changed people into things,
Leaving their consciousness alive and free,
To keep alive the wonder of suffering,
You have been metamorphosed into me.”
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-page 77

“O, the heart is not made of stone
As I said, it’s made of flame…
I’ll never understand it, are you close
To me, or did you simply love me?”
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- page 26

“I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”🌸🌱

Nick:
You’re all crazy: nuts.

Martha:
Awww, ‘tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads. Relax; sink into ut; you’re no better than anybody else!

“If i knew what
safety looked like
i would spent
less time falling into
arms that were not”

-milk and honey

Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait’s begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.

-Page 23

A disease of the lung is, metaphorically, a disease of the soul. Cancer, as a disease that can strike anywhere, is a disease of the body. Far from revealing anything spiritual, it reveals that the body is, all too woefully, just the body. (Page 18)

«کدامین سرو را داد او بلندی
که بازش خم نداد از دردمندی؟

کدامین سرخ‌گل را کو بپرورد
ندادش عاقبت رنگِ گلِ زرد؟

همه لقمه، شِکر نتوان فروبرد
گهی صافی توان خوردن، گهی دُرد!»

- صفحه‌ی ۱۶۴

«نخستم باده دادی، مست کردی
به مستی در، مرا پابست کردی

چو گشتم مست، می‌گویی که برخیز
به بدخواهانِ هشیار اندر آویز

بلی، خیزم، درآویزم به بدخواه
ولی آن‌گه که بیرون آیم از چاه

برام عزمم که ره در پیش گیرم
شوم دنبال کار خویش گیرم»

این قسمت: چگونه زن آفرودیت باشیم!! :/

«نمک» در خنده، کاین لب را مکن ریش
به هر لفظِ «مکن» در صد «بکن» بیش!

به صد جان ارزد آن رغبت که جانان
«نخواهم» گوید و خواهد به صد جان!

الحق که عجب پدرسوخته‌ای بوده این شیرین!!!