“Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.”

“O love, whose lordly hand Has bridled my desires, And raised my hunger and my thirst To dignity and pride, Let not the strong in me and the constant Eat the bread or drink the wine That tempt my weaker self. Let me rather starve, And let my heart parch with thirst, And let me die and perish, Ere I stretch my hand To a cup you did not fill, Or a bowl you did not bless.”

“He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.”

“Is it colour?’‘Oh yes.’‘You don’t let me down.You are my ambassador to pr0n, man.”

“O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.”

“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”