Character: Justin

- What is it?
- We don't talk.
- Creative differences?
- In fact we have full agreement - he thinks I'm an asshole, and believe that he is.

We can only give what we have, not more, right? But on stage I'm not me, or, maybe more precisely, there are alternate different "I". Probably, each of us nameshano a lot of "I", right? For me theater is first of all the mind, and then feeling. Liberating the mind and hones the feeling. We have to not just cry, or scream, or laugh, and so that the audience believe you. You know, it's wonderful. Visualize yourself as a different person, someone I would be different circumstances. That's the whole secret. Not to turn into another woman and to get into character and destiny, as though my character is who I am. And then it becomes me.

Mount unpleasant to watch.

Probably in us is a demon of destruction, you always want to turn over the fire. This only accelerates the end. But what a beautiful end!

In my profession I would not have prevented the mother's beauty, but on stage I some how manage. There after, you know, it does not matter what your face actually. It is important if you know how, actress, to convince people that it's so right.

As soon as will settle all things here, I'll write when I have to wait. And yet forget not that I, though in their own way, not like human beings, love you.

- No, mom, she said, and tears ran down his face and burned, just melted metal. Who invented that in the very great sorrow of the person is not crying? Much they understand.

- Wait and see, dear friend, ' she said, looking in the mirror instead of your own reflection she saw the face of Lyon. - If I were Justin O'neill, if I don't make England the most important of all your foreign Affairs.

To say Yes, to surrender to him the power, and then to see how he will be convinced, as far as it is inconsistent, and recoil? Unbearable! He'll know what she really is, and it will kill his love. Tough to agree in the end to be rejected once and for all. Much better to reject itself.

- Do not worry, child. With you the Lord God has treated very generously - gave brains. Believe me, without them much better. You will never be a rival of the stronger sex.

Just try to love someone and he kills you. Just feel that without someone can not live, and he kills you.

Hardly though one man can judge, with a heavier - unconscious vexation, inseparable from anxiety and overexcitement, or a clear and definite desire, stubbornly seeking to quenching.