“Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.”

“No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.”

“There’s a paradox to most things in life. Acting is often dressing up in frocks and chasing your ego, but that doesn’t mean you don’t take it seriously.”

“Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work. ”

“Wind does not need translation. It speaks the language of men, of animals and birds, of rocks and trees and earth and sky and water. It does not eat or sleep, or take shelter from the weather. It is the weather. And it lives.”

“Why is an actor's unintentional giggling called a 'corpse'? It seems to me quite the opposite. It proves that he's very much alive, and can still tell how silly this all is: him dressed up as someone else speaking words written by a third party.”