My feeling is that a good teacher can get results using any method, and that a bad teacher can wreck any method.

Good improvisers seem telepathic; everything looks pre-arranged, This is because they accept all offers made—which is something no ‘normal’ person would do.

The improviser has to understand that his first skill lies in releasing his partner’s imagination.

Many teachers think of children as immature adults. It might lead to better and more 'respectful' teaching, if we thought of adults as atrophied children.

If you have a good idea, open your mouth and say something else.

Imagination is as effortless as perception, unless we think it might be ‘wrong’, which is what our education encourages us to believe.

The best laughs are on the recognition of truth.

None of us really grow up. All we ever do is learn how to behave in public.

If you believe you're good already, you don't need to do extra stuff to impress us. Your best work comes when you're absorbed; because then your ego is away.

In life most of us are highly skilled at suppressing action. Bad improvisers block action often with a high degree of skill. Good improvisers develop action.

Enjoy things even when you’re screwing up.

He's not safe, but he's good (referring to Aslan, the Lion, in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe)

What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communicationOf the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Scars can actually be proof of a healing wound.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

In Uzbekistan, hundreds of protesters were recently killed under the corrupt regime of President Karimov in what human rights groups are calling a massacre.

As the profoundest philosophy of ancient Rome and Greece lighted her taper at Israel's altar, so the sweetest strains of the pagan muse were swept from harps attuned on Zion's hill.

Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'-William Boot

Wise parents know that fighting a teenager, like fighting a riptide, is inviting doom.

My parents ... are more like cats. They accidentally had a litter of kittens, and then emotionally moved on to whatever ball of yarn rolled past their line of sight.

Give me insight into today and you may have the antique and future worlds.