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“HENSLOWE: Mr. Fennyman, let me explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Believe me, to be closed by the plague is a bagatelle in the ups and downs of owning a theatre. FENNYMAN: So what do we do? HENSLOWE: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. FENNYMAN: How? HENSLOWE: I don't know, it's a mystery.”

“As Violet and Klaus Baudelaire stood, still in their nightgown and pajamas, backstage at Count Olaf’s theater, they were of two minds, a phrase which here means “they felt two different ways at the same time.” On one hand, they were of course filled with dread. … On the other hand, however, they were fascinated, as they had never been backstage at a theatrical production and there was so much to see.”

“Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus. His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake, And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake. Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats — But no longer a terror to mice or to rats. For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime; Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time. And whenever he joins his friends at their club (which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub) He loves to regale them, if someone else pays, With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days. For he once was a Star of the highest degree — He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree. And he likes to relate his success on the Halls, Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls. But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell, Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.”

“Every culture that has lost myth has lost, by the same token, its natural healthy creativity. Only a horizon ringed about with myths can unify a culture. The forces of imagination and the Apollonian dream are saved only by myth from indiscriminate rambling. The images of myth must be the daemonic guardians, ubiquitous but unnoticed, presiding over the growth of the child's mind and interpreting to the mature man his life and struggles.”

“With Death Troupe, we come as close to the never-ending rehearsal as we can without going full improv. Your characters can’t become set because the culprit is different in every version of the play. Your lines can’t become rote recitation because the execution of those lines has to leave you ready to believably shift your character in any number of different directions. And even if we reach the point where every one of you could perform every variant of the play perfectly in your sleep, there’s an audience just feet away, working against you, trying to figure you out, trying to catch you in a slip JUST ONCE.”

“So here it is: A month of heartbreaking, gut-wrenching work that, if we do it right, leads to no definite conclusion. Eighteen-hour days and eighteen-hour nights. For you new members, this will feel like some kind of endurance race. We’ve got one month to break down this awful script, rebuild it, learn every one of its variations, and then rehearse the result until you can do it in your sleep. But even then we won’t be finished, because there’s a hostile crowd out there just dying to be the first ones to solve the mystery—which we will not let them do. Let’s get to work.”

“Proscenium Panther by Stewart Stafford The actor missed his line, Whispers from the wings, Deafening silence hanging, Another cue came briskly. A pregnant pause of years, The frozen player’s lips moved, Offstage, a mock post-mortem, The thespian grinned impishly. After the audience’s first line laugh, He racked his brain for more jokes, Flouting the text and all the cast, O, limelight, of hot-headed hydras. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“the theater is one of the few places left in the bright and noisy world where we sit in the quiet dark together, to be awake." Ruhl, Sarah. 100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write: On Umbrellas and Sword Fights, Parades and Dogs, Fire Alarms, Children, and Theater (p. 103). Faber & Faber. Kindle Edition.”

“आज रात्री जमलं तर मला इथल्या 'हेरोडिअन' या प्राचीन अॅम्फिथिएटरमधे नाटक पाहायचं होतं. मनात धास्ती होती. शहर परकं. सगळं अनोळखी. अपरात्री या हॉटेलात जागा मिळाली नाही तर तर काय करू? ही काळजी मनावेगळी करत हॉटेलच्या बाहेर पडले.”

“Dinspre teatrul ce-l avea acum în față venea înăbușit zgomotul publicului și câte o subită izbucnire metalică de-a fanfarei militare. Lumina iradia în sus prin acoperișul de sticlă, dând teatrului o înfățișare de arcă festivă, ancorată printre casele greoaie, priponită de țărm cu delicatele lanțuri ale lampioanelor. O ușă laterală a teatrului se deschise brusc și o suliță de lumină zbură pieziș peste peluze. O subită izbucnire de muzică țâșni din arcă, preludiul unui vals; și când ușa laterală se închise din nou, ascultătorul mai auzea ritmul stins al muzicii. ... Neliniștea îl părăsi, ieși din el ca o undă de sunet; purtată de valurile muzicii curgătoare, arca pornise în călătorie trăgându-și pe urmele ei lanțurile de lampioane. Dar un zgomot ca al unei artilerii de pitici îi curmă înaintarea. Erau aplauzele care salutau intrarea în scenă...”

“Children and adults alike need to experience how rewarding it is to work at the edge of their abilities. Resilience is the product of agency: knowing that what you do can make a difference. Many of us remember what playing team sports, singing in the school choir, or playing in the marching band meant to us, especially if we had coaches or directors who believed in us, pushed us to excel, and taught us we could be better than we thought was possible. The children we reach need this experience. Athletics, playing music, dancing, and theatrical performances all promote agency and community.”

“Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.”

“I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.”

“Yet for a moment it seemed to him that the men who had dragged marble from Italy and porphyry from Portugal, who had ransacked the jungle for its rarest woods and paid their millions to build this opulent and fantastical theatre, had done so in order that a young girl with loose brown hair should move across its stage, drawing her future from its empty air.”