Quote for Today: W.B. Yeats
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. ―W.B. Yeats, The …
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. ―W.B. Yeats, The …
We all spend time with illusions: books, movies, television, theatre. Does the ability to suspend disbelief contribute to human resilience? In the theatre we often speak of the suspension of disbelief, …
And in all those escapes he could not help being astonished by the beauty of this land that was not his. He hid in its breast, fingered its earth for …
I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it. …
Count the times. The number of times you have seen the silence of another world seep though a crack. The number of times you have heard the sea trying to …
Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away. …
I stopped in front of a florist’s window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. Facing …
To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By …
I always felt that acting was an escape, like having the secret key to every door and permission to go into any realm and soak it up. I enjoy that …
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those …
