Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.
別讓別人的意見淹沒了你內(nèi)心的聲音。
Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
To write is to leave a mark, to say: I was here, I existed.
信任是通過行動(dòng)贏得的，而不是言語。
If I could, I would stop the passage of time.But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow.I shall never experience this moment again.
Writing for the theatre is always a kind of confrontation.