#wright

Everybody gets a little dose of Shakespeare. He's the greatest playwright in the English language, but his politics are fairly square. ↗

— Alex Cox

#english #english language #everybody #fairly #gets

Yes, I am a failed playwright. I had three shows on Broadway by the time I was 30. They all flopped, and I fled. ↗

— William Goldman

#broadway #by the time #failed #fled #had

Necessarily, I'm always involved in casting, as any playwright is, because the whole process of putting on a play is a collaborative, organic effort on the part of a bunch of people trying to think alike. ↗

— David Ives

#always #any #because #bunch #casting

A playwright must be his own audience. A novelist may lose his readers for a few pages; a playwright never dares lose his audience for a minute. ↗

— Terence Rattigan

#dares #few #his #lose #may

Biological death is only a mechanical problem, it can be solved and man can live millions of years! Do not believe in life after death! Seek for the life within the life! The medusa of Turritopsis nutricula is biologically immortal and this little creature is a big inspiration for us! He who thinks positively reaches his target! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#death

Life inspires me. Life is unfair, unkind and unforeseeable. It knocks you down when you least expect it. ↗

— Lisa De Jong

#dane-wright #inspirational

I learned a long time ago that most of my family and friends had plastic hearts. Plastic hearts are made so they cannot be broken. Cracked maybe, but never broken. ↗

— Lisa De Jong

#dane-wright #plastic-hearts #family

My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. “Viktor, what? ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#dark #family-saga #gothic #gwenn-wright #mystery

All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father’s home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#dance #gwenn-wright #midwest #mystery #saga

These were not the belongings of the past prisoner he had imagined. These were a lady’s things—hairpins and stockings and a glove. There were more clues waiting but William no longer felt certain he wanted to know the dark secrets of this cell. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#historical-fiction-mystery #mystery #romantic-suspence #suspense #von-strassenberg