#ear

I tend to think that cricket is the greatest thing that God ever created on earth - certainly greater than sex, although sex isn't too bad either. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#bad #certainly #created #cricket #earth

I mean, don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past? ↗

— Harold Pinter

#about #afford #earth #five #forget

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#doing #hit #i #last #love

The Companion of Honour I regarded as an award from the country for 50 years of work - which I thought was okay. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#companion #country #honour #i #okay

A few people have ventured to imitate Shakespeare's tragedy. But no audacious spirit has dreamed or dared to imitate Shakespeare's comedy. No one has made any real attempt to recover the loves and the laughter of Elizabethan England. The low dark arches, the low strong pillars upon which Shakespeare's temple rests we can all explore and handle. We can all get into his mere tragedy; we can all explore his dungeon and penetrate into his coal-cellar, but we stretch our hands and crane our necks in vain towards that height where the tall turrets of his levity are tossed towards the sky. Perhaps it is right that this should be so; properly understood, comedy is an even grander thing than tragedy. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#shakespeare #tragedy #dreams

In the next few years I'd love to play a female version of Doctor Who. I know exactly how I would play her - she would be crafty in a clever kind of way. ↗

— Billie Piper

#crafty #doctor #exactly #female #few

Logic is one thing, the human animal another. You can quite easily propose a logical solution to something and at the same time hope in your heart of hearts it won't work out. ↗

— Luigi Pirandello

#another #easily #heart #hearts #hope

I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true. ↗

— Luigi Pirandello

#art #beautiful #come #could #dreams

No burden is so heavy for a man to bear as a succession of happy days. ↗

— Max Planck

#burden #days #happy #happy days #heavy

I sometimes have a horrible fear of turning up a canvas of mine. I'm always afraid of finding a monster in place of the precious jewels I thought I had put there! ↗

— Camille Pissarro

#always #canvas #fear #finding #had