This is a passion story: my passion, his, ours — yours.

Being lost is the way, how else can you be found?

So I say, if you are burning, burn. If you can stand it, the shame will burn away and leave you shining, radiant, and righteously shameless

…these mothers at their midnight council were more like one great mind probing itself, divided at times as great minds may be, but one entity

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

There is such a shelter in each other.

There is a role and function for beauty in our time.

I'm very into the first production of the show.

King Kofi Kingston. The initials are horrible but the name sounds great.

After September 11, the European governments have completely failed. They are incapable of seeing beyond their own national scope of interests.

You're literally being an actor - you're pretending - and that's not what I like to do.

Smart girls know how to play tennis, piano, and dumb.

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?

I think the bar is higher these days in terms of audience expectations of authenticity.