Author of quotes: M. Page 2

- You, your mother, look amazing.
- Yep, I know.
The fact that she knew this was somehow sexier than the pretend "no."

Nothing ever looked simple about her, but at that moment she seemed just that. Simple, close and beautiful. A little disheveled and a little broken.

There are seven of us, but there are also trees, the sky, the lake, the moon and, of course, Shakespeare. He lived with us like the eighth housemate, an older, wise invisible friend who had just left the room.

How do they know that standing on stage and saying other people's words as their own is not so much an act of courage as a desperate leap towards mutual understanding? Trying to create a subtle connection between the speaker and the listener and convey something – essentially anything.

For a moment, I wondered what secrets others were keeping. How little we are interested in the inner world of other people.

She rushed at me, and I could not decide whether I wanted to kill her or kiss her.

- I can adapt.

People always forget about Philip and later regret it.

As a student, I was blind (although as a student I wanted to). Delleher turned out to be not so much an academic institution as a cult - an outlandish fanatical religion, where any act can be justified in the name of the muses. Ritual madness, ecstasy, human sacrifice. Have we been bewitched? Or have we been brainwashed? Perhaps.

I remember him: lush, green, and wild, and enchanted, like the forest of Oberon or the island of Prospero. There is something else that is never told about such magical places: they are as dangerous as they are beautiful. Why should Delleher be different?

“No, Oliver. I think we screwed up from the start.

The lake was completely calm, and I wondered what kind of liars they were - the water and the sky. Serene, peaceful, they say, everything is fine again, although in reality nothing will ever be the same.

You were a convincing villain. Who could have imagined that you had that?
He shrugged.
- Doesn't everyone have it hidden deep inside?
- I hope not.

Actors are inherently changeable: alchemical creatures made up of flammable elements: emotion, ego, and envy. Heat them, mix them, and sometimes you get gold, and sometimes - a catastrophe.