in this bare island
"I wonder if it was worth it. Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I'd fall in lust. And at the height of my passion I would think 'So this is how it feels,' and I would tie it up in pretty words. I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt; but I watched my hurt and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. For I knew I could take my broken heart and place it on the stage of the globe, and make the pit cry tears of their own."
- William Shakespear
The Sandman: The Wake by Neil Gaiman
it's like that, except i'll never write something so pretty, so worth while, or resounding. i just watch my life, and when it's good i use whites and pure paints straight from the tube, and when it's bad i step back, look at the car crash, and i glaze on the shadows.
- William Shakespear
The Sandman: The Wake by Neil Gaiman
it's like that, except i'll never write something so pretty, so worth while, or resounding. i just watch my life, and when it's good i use whites and pure paints straight from the tube, and when it's bad i step back, look at the car crash, and i glaze on the shadows.