Every hour, she thinks, someone forges the rings, someone carves the cradle, someone loses the war.

I think that plays are there to disturb, not to reassure.

Fear does not prevent death. It prevents life.

"To write is to embark on a journey into the unknown, where every word is a step into uncharted territory."

The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction... The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. That is the hyperreal.