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Inside I never said I wanted to do theatre or be an actor. ↗

— Sebastian Bach

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The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name. ↗

— Enid Bagnold

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I don't rehearse films as much as opera or theatre. When I began directing films I thought a long rehearsal was a good idea. Experience showed me that the best performance was often left in a rehearsal room. ↗

— Bruce Beresford

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It's a real leveller, you know, to do theatre at least once every two years. ↗

— Brenda Blethyn

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My playground was the theatre. I'd sit and watch my mother pretend for a living. As a young girl, that's pretty seductive. ↗

— Gwyneth Paltrow

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I suppose I walk that line between comedy and cruelty because I think one illuminates the other. We're all cruel, aren't we? We are all extreme in one way or another at times and that's what drama, since the Greeks, has dealt with. I hope the overall view isn't just that though, or I've failed in my writing. There have to be moments when you glimpse something decent, something life-affirming even in the most twisted character. That's where the real art lies. ↗

— Martin McDonagh

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The difficulty of writing a good theatre play set in new reality was even greater given that the level of similitude to life that is allowed in a film would not work on the stage. ↗

— Andrzej Wajda

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We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

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I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre ↗

— Halen Hayes

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Stahl trailed him upstairs, across a mezzanine, and out into the darkness of the sloping balcony. Tom gave the aisle his torch so his guest could see. On the screen below a woman's head was wavering, two or three times larger than life. A metallic voice clanged out, echoing sepulchrally all over the house, like a modern Delphic Oracle. 'Go back, go back!' she said. 'This is no place for you!' Her big luminous eyes seemed to be looking right at Lew Stahl as she spoke. Her finger came out and pointed, and it seemed to aim straight at him and him alone. It was weird; he almost stopped in his tracks, then went on again. He hadn't eaten all day; he figured he must be woozy, to think things like that. ("Dusk To Dawn") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

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