HAL: Talk me through it? Whatever’s bothering you. Maybe you’ll improve it.

CATHERINE: I don’t know…

HAL: Pick anything. Give it a shot? Maybe you’ll discover something elegant.

(A moment. HAL sits next to CATHERINE. Eventually she opens the book, turns the pages slowly, finding a section. She looks at him.)

CATHERINE: Here.

(She begins to speak.)



[David Auburn, Proof. Tony Award and Pulitzer Prize winning production that was the first of forty collaboration between Manhattan Theatre Club and Alfred P. Sloan Foundation to commission, develop and produce new plays about math, science and technology.]








































If you don’t understand, ask questions. If you’re uncomfortable about asking questions, say you are uncomfortable about asking questions and then ask anyway. It’s easy to tell when a question is coming from a good place. Then listen some more. Sometimes people just want to feel heard. Here’s to possibilities of friendship and connection and understanding.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah (via larmoyante)

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nico-more:

"Ojos viglantes"
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nico-more:

"Ojos viglantes"

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Lord, I’m scared. Amen.








































Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?

Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it’s not very nice.
God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain! We can’t even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It’s up to you to do the stitching.

Harper: And then up you get. And walk around.

Mormon Mother: Just mangled guts pretending.

Harper: That’s how people change.

[Tony KushnerAngels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes]








































You have a good heart and you think the good thing is to be guilty and kind but it’s not always kind to be gentle and soft, there’s a genuine violence softness and kindness visit on people. Sometimes self-interested is the most generous thing you can be.
Tony KushnerAngels in America, Part Two: Perestroika







































In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead.
Tony KushnerAngels in America, Part Two: Perestroika







































I had a book of Bible stories when I was a kid. There was a picture I’d look at twenty times every day: Jacob wrestles with the angel. I don’t really remember the story, or why the wrestling —just the picture. Jacob is young and very strong. The angel is…a beautiful man, with golden hair and wings, of course. I still dream about it. Many nights. I’m…It’s me. In that struggle. Fierce, and unfair. The angel is not human, and it holds nothing back, so how could anyone human win, what kind of a fight is that? It’s not just. Losing means your soul thrown down in the dust, your heart torn out from God’s. But you can’t not lose.
Tony KushnerAngels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes







































One wants to move through life with elegance and grace, blossoming infrequently but with exquisite taste, and perfect timing, like a rare bloom, a zebra orchid… One wants… But one so seldom gets what one wants, does one?
Tony KushnerAngels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes







































It isn’t easy, it doesn’t count if it’s easy, it’s the hardest thing. Forgiveness. Which is maybe where love and justice finally meet.
Tony KushnerAngels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes







































52hearts:

Garden Shed turned Glass Bedroom (Finland) (via Curious Places)

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When your heart breaks, you should die. But there’s still the rest of you. There’s your breasts, and your genitals, and they’re amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don’t get it, they just want him. Want him.
Tony Kushner, Angels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes







































A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged and labelled. None of the best things - the voice and the laugh, the tilt of the head, the things seen and felt and spoken - are allowed to stay behind.
Sonya Hartnett, The Ghost’s Child (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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"Not meant to be" used to be release.
Now it’s one of the saddest phrases to me.

Envy, jealousy. Irritating distractions. I hate them.
They suck my soul.
And I feel like I can only react to them, their power and effect.
I am not spared, nor am I able to avoid or prevent.
I thought if I focus, am grateful…
They suck the marrow in spite of.

All I know to do now is surrender,
But what is there to surrender?
We own nothing.
Need own nothing?

Letting go feels like I will not be affected. Or is it should not be affect?
The truth is, I am.

We are separate beings linked by circumstances.

Alone…

Another word that once was OK, now makes me sad.

When did sadness feel so self-absorbed?
Happiness can also be self-absorbed.

The self journey?
When did the word ‘self’ become so loathsome?
Yet we can really only be responsible and affect the self?

Don’t confuse fulfilment with ambition.








































captainofalltheships:

skush-uk:

Paul Cummins | Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red

The Tower Of London has marked the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of the First World War with a striking art installation. Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red by Paul Cummins features thousands of ceramic poppies pouring out of the tower flowing into the moat and will officially be unveiled on August 5. The final poppy will be planted on November 11. There will be a total of 888,246 poppies planted, with each flower representing a British military fatality from WWI.

Source - Paul Cummins - Purchase a Poppy

#It should also be noted that British Commonwealth countries are also included#Like Canada and Australia and India (via renlyslittlerose)

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