“I took the print of life not outwardly, but inwardly upon the raw, the white, the unprotected fibre. I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.”
“We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.”
“Learning not to crumple before these uncertainties fuels my resolve to print myself upon the texture of each day fully rather than forever.”
“It was the intimacy, a sort of spiritual suppleness, when mind prints upon mind indelibly.”
“The novels, travel books and poems I read had a particular smell. The smell of cellars. An almost spicy smell, a mixture of dust and grease. Verdigris. Books today don't have a smell. They don't even smell of print.”
“An actor should have not one face but a thousand faces; like the phoenix which carries a print of each animal, an actor should carry a print of each human being!”