Ireland can’t be such a bad place, so, if cripple fellars turn down Hollywood to come to Ireland.
The Cripple of Inishmaan, by Martin McDonagh
I want you to see her. I’m desperate for you to see her really. You see, I’ve always had a terrible longing in me. A color. A feeling. And I didn’t know what it was. Now I do. I’m a man who loves a mermaid. And she loves me. And it’s wonderful. But it’s sad, too. It’s really sad for a man to love a mermaid. You can see that? And it’s even worse if it’s a dream. To love somebody you can’t have is bad enough. But to love somebody you can’t have, and she’s a dream, too…that’s too sad.
A Lonely Impulse of Delight by John Patrick Shanley
If the scene is not dramatically written, it will not be dramatically acted. There is no magic fairy dust which will make a boring, useless, redundant, or merely informative scene after it leaves your typewriter. You the writers, are in charge of making sure every scene is dramatic.
David Mamet, Memo to his Writing Staff

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The original Winnie-the-Pooh and friends

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The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott

He arrived when I stopped looking.
6 word story
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
The Fault in Our Stars

Dramaturgy Assignment:Adaptation- Final Stages

This week I have the first read through of my adaptation of ‘The Lady of Shalott’ which I’ve recently titled “Unraveled.” I’ve been doing a lot of research on pre-raphaelite art and arthurian legend, which has been satisfying my nerd necessities for far too long, in order to see what commentary I would like to make on Tennyson’s poem. I’ve also done a lot of image research, which I’m hesitant to post on my page since obviously the works aren’t mind. It’s nothing too exciting, but its keeping me pretty smiley right now, so I thought I’d post an update of sorts. 

I had for many years accustomed myself to the prospect of a solitary life. To be poor, ugly and, moreover, intelligent, condemns one, in our society, to a dark and disillusioned life, a condition one ought to accept at an early age.
The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Muriel Barbery
The real trouble with dying is you only get to do it once.
The Shadow Box, by Michael Cristofer