“The Playwright had long been fascinated by the strange mercurial personality of the Actor. What is "acting." and why do we respond to "great acting" as we do? We know that an actor is "acting" and yet - we wish to forget that an actor is "acting," and in the presence of talented actors we quickly do forget. This is a mystery, a riddle. How can we forget the actor "acts"? Is the actor "acting" on our behalf? Is the subtext of the actor's "acting" always and forever our own buried (and denied) "acting"?”
“Hadn't the actors acted of their own volition?”
“If the act is evil, the actor is evil.”
“I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do.”
“What's important about an actor is his acting, not his life.”
“The acting area is a sacred space... where the actor cannot die.”