Character: Oliver Marks. Page 1

Richard did not want to be remembered good. He longed to devastate those who had wronged him. US.

The rows of benches resembled a gallery in a courtroom, hundreds of pairs of eyes burning the back of my head. Later this feeling became habitual, but then I felt it for the first time. Here it is, a unique torture for an actor - to have the undivided, desperate attention of the public and turn his back on it in shame.

Horror cannot think.

Like a pagan goddess, she demanded praise and idolatry.

- Why don't you just tell me what happened? No performances. No poetry.
I smile.
- For us, everything was a spectacle and poetry.

I need language to live, I need it like food and water. Lexemes, morphemes, grains of meaning - they saturate me with knowledge and understanding that there are words for everything in the world.

“Poetic shit is the only thing that kept me afloat.

We were all drunk, and we always drank too much, as if we had to. A cult of excesses. Alcohol and drugs, sex and love, pride and envy and revenge. No measure.

- 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.