"The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love." - John Fowles

People who teach you cram old ideas, old views, old ways, into you. Like covering plants with layer after layer of old earth; it's no wonder the poor things so rarely come up fresh and green.

You must make, always. You must act, if you believe something. Talking about acting is like boasting about pictures you're going to paint. The most terrible bad form.

I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.