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Created on 2006-11-23 00:36:44 (#11671453), last updated 2009-12-29
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Basic Info| Name: | sillylamb |
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| Birthdate: | 1985 |
| Location: | Australia |
Bio"We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else."
"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
"Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it. What does one make of that? We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, out we come with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time its only measure."
"There must have been a time, in the beginning, where we could have said - no. But somehow we missed it."
"You don't understand the humiliation of it--to be tricked out of the single assumption which makes our existence viable--that somebody is watching."
"Fear! The crack that might flood your brain with light!"
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (1967)
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"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
"Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it. What does one make of that? We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, out we come with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time its only measure."
"There must have been a time, in the beginning, where we could have said - no. But somehow we missed it."
"You don't understand the humiliation of it--to be tricked out of the single assumption which makes our existence viable--that somebody is watching."
"Fear! The crack that might flood your brain with light!"
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (1967)
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It's not likely that I will add you unless I know who you are, and trust who I know you to be.
Feel free to ask anyway, though.
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