Female: Contemporary: Dramatic

Do you mind if I put on some music? You don't?

Honestly! I should have my head examined. After my last experience?…you’d think I’d know better…but here I am…first thing in the morning…

Through a horrible miscalculation entirely of no one’s fault but my own, I found myself suddenly soulless in Santa Monica, California on a Tuesday with no transportation and a copy of Bukowski’s “Hot Water Music” as my lone companion.

You know which one of my jobs I love most, though? Being someone's
Shabbos goy.

Those two over there, they want me tell them what happened, but I won't.

We met later in life, long after we had both mostly given up on finding anyone and when much of the dating pool just screamed, "Red flag, red flag."

I felt obligated to serve. I had signed up for National Guard. A deal’s a deal.

Are you really married? Answer me immediately or I’ll get angry at you. We are enough close that you can tell me something about your mysterious life, can’t you? As you can see I am not asking you that much.

Listen to me Jon, and I’ll never speak of it again. I know little of wars. No one knows how a war will end. But I know this.

Daryl is one year away from vesting. One year! All he had to do was put in one more deployment on the blue water, and we would have been fine. But no!

Has this place changed me? No one for miles. No televisions. No computers. Or phones.

All I want is something real, you know? Like copper wire. You can touch it. You can measure it, length, gauge, resistance.

I run and run and run. And I never stop. Cannot. Cannot stop. My sneaker’s ripped. Both of them. Really?

The day my best friend died, it rained. It was as if the Heavens themselves were –

Listen sugar, these fruit loops don’t want sex. They want power. They want to manipulate and torture and damage you so they can feel powerful over you.

You're kidding me. You're fucking kidding me, right? Why are they coming here? (Small pause) No, Reggie, no!

Oh my! You smell like marijuana! (Small pause) I haven’t smelled that since I was a girl.

The world’s a shithouse, Arthur. A shithouse. Camielle knows. She’s seen it.

I can’t find the mall. I’m supposed to meet my friends. Hello? Hello? Mom? Anyone? Mom? Mom?

Dear Jesus, I’m sorry I called you a crock of shit. I just… (She drops her hands onto the bed) I’m not very good at this.

I’m sorry, mama. I’ve said some horrible things just now. It’s just… I have been trying. So hard.

Yeah I shot him. What'cha gonna do about it, huh? Fucking pig. Fucking woman-hating, vaginaphobic son of a bitch!

Do an old woman a favor and listen here for a minute. My baby ain't no hero like everyone say he is.

Ah, thou vexeth me.

I long to see thee smile. Come, stand next

To me; and we’ll gaze upon the earth awhile.

I am… stuffed! God, I'd love a smoke.

Some people are born hitchhikers. Some people can pick a direction at random, stick out their thumb, and instantly, whoosh, a red Ferrari driven by a handsome man in dark glasses swoops in to whisk them off down the road.

How to hide in a town of three hundred and seventeen people.

Do you think I'm fat? Okay so then why are asking me what I
want for dinner? I had a big, huge breakfast at like 12 P.M. and now
it's like what? 6 P.M.? Yeah. So why would I be hungry?

Tch, not a bus in sight. Surprise, surprise—what can you expect at this time of day?

Only through a child’s awe is the world innocent and free, then it all becomes a matter of responsibilities. A place, where love is sensuality of a moment:

He taught me about death. (a long pause) The stench of death was so strong in our house, my mother couldn’t buy enough incense to cleanse the air.

My basic look. Just a black head cap. In the hospital, I call it my lymphomatotally-
sucks look. Mom calls it my don’t-bother-me look.

Last night I had a dream that Harlem was all electricity and music. I dreamed that Joseph Louis Barrow hit that Max Schmeling with a punch...

My name’s Corinne. I’m a cashier at Coles. A “Checkout Operator.” People hand things to me and I hand them back and take their money.

And I told them I wasn't crazy, but they didn't believe me. Why would they believe me? I wouldn't believe me. I mean, I do believe me, but that's because I'm not crazy. And only a crazy person wouldn't believe herself. Unless she was acting crazy. Maybe that's a path I don't want to take.

If I could blast that stone into a million pieces, I would. If I could reverse the mortar and the flow of time, I would return that stone to dust...

That thing, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy. And the only thing in focus is you and this person. And you realize that that person is the only person that you are supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment, you get this amazing gift, and you wanna laugh and you wanna cry. Because you feel so lucky that you found it, but so scared that it will go away all at the same time.

Adults are never honest. Let's be children. Let's throw rocks, let's weep and say everything we actually think. Why do you love him? He says you can't find a job right now. He says you're so pretty and so nice. Nice-- you're what every man wants a woman to be.

I never knew it before. I never knew anything before. When she come into the court I say to myself, I must not accuse this woman, for she sleeps in ditches, and so very old and poor. But then- then she sit there, denying and denying, and I feel a misty coldness climbin' up my back, and the skin on my skull begin to creep, and I feel a clamp around my neck and I cannot breathe air; and then (entranced) I hear a voice, a screamin' voice, and it

No, no, Hal! Listen! Oh, listen! Hal -- Hal, when the grave closed over thee, I did indeed believe that I was done with love forever, and that my heart was but a dry and withered plant; but, oh, there are seasons when it will persist in putting forth green shoots, and when I find strange hopes and joys quickening within me that are unbefitting a woman that is devoted to the memory of her dead husband! Alas, Harry, 'twas at such a time that Mr. Fane came upon me! Though 'twas in January that he alighted at

I knew somethin' was up as soon's I see The nags and mules hitched round the court house square-- "They'll ride tonight," I says, and I was right. I'm sixty-two year old come next July And I been post-mistress for most of 'em Right

I was a uniform cop before I was an attorney. I spent four years in a patrol car watching drunk's vomit on themselves. I spent most of my time doing paperwork, and being a witness for my partners in court, so they wouldn't lose their job as a result of physical abuse claims by car jackers and gang bangers. I was going to stay in that patrol car too. The only way I could see myself getting anywhere in life was to study and take the bar... and I passed

Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon

Carol is speaking with her college professor. The setting is the professor's office. The two started the discussion about Carol's grades, but the discussion rapidly turned to a heated debate. Why do you hate me? Because you think me wrong? No. Because I have, you think, power over you. Listen to me. Listen to me, Professor (pause) It is the power that you hate. So deeply that, that any atmosphere of free discussion is impossible. It s not unlikely. It's impossible. Isn't it?

[Outraged] See? I knew you would do this. I knew you would have no reaction at all. The one thing that ought to matter to youthe one thing you have left and I can't even get you to say a word. Maybe you're just too lazy to care. Or too lazy to work up a response. Well,

I had this dream I was at a Nazi Death camp, but it was a water park. With only the Jews sliding down hundreds of intertwined tubes. All the Nazis were watching from the ground. I walked and stood next to the Nazis and saw that all the rides ended in a violent death. Sometimes two different slides would end out of no where, and two Jews would fly out of the water tube slamming into each other and crushing their bones, limply falling to the ground already riddled with other limp bodies. Sometimes someone would fly out

I know you hate me. You have a right to. Not just because I was faithless--but because I was cruel. I don't want to excuse myself--but I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't realize I was hurting you. Yes. I've said that before. And you've answered me that that excuse might hold

I remember now . . . often . . . when he told me. . . . How kind he was . . . and gentle. . . . He had been ill and worried for a long time, and then one day he came home and sat without a word all through the evening. . . . It was raining then. . . . About ten o'clock . . . about ten o'clock . . . he came and kissed me, and told me to go to bed. Then he went out. . .

Do you know how I would like to spend my life? All of it? Sitting on the ground at his feet, looking up into his eyes, just listening to him talk. You don't know how he can talk. He knows everything--everything that there is to know in the world, and he tells you such things! The things that you always have known yourself, in your heart, and you couldn't find out how to say them. Even when he doesn't say anything, if he should be speaking some language which you didn't understand, it is wonderful . .

I've never known but one . . . and he was a cur. That's his baby. [Points to the basket.] . . . because it is his . . . though his devil of a mother does say it isn't. There it is in a basket and wrapped up in a few old rags like a kitten . . . and he riding in his carriage. Five dollars he gave me when the old lady threw me out of the house. Five dollars! And him with stacks of money. [She started speaking quietly enough, but now

I want you to stop talking. You always lie like a newspaper--it doesn't matter what sort of tale you tell, no one's going to believe you. But ... just you look out. Your luck's in for the minute, isn't it ... and you think you're such a fellow just because a few pesetas have fallen on you out of the sky. Make the most of them while they last. I'm used to earning what I need for myself and my children. It's little enough and it's hard to come by ... but it makes me a queen

You are not going to die, are you? Cause if you die I wouldn't know what to do with her. (Pause) I can barely look at her in the eyes. She needs you. And I need you. I'm so scared. I've been living scared of myself and now I can't....I can't run away anymore...(whispering) I killed them...I killed your father and my mother. I didn't mean to but....now I can't get the smell of them burning. I can't get rid of it.....(she cries) Why did you want me to come

I am tired of being ladylike. I am a young woman still, and to be ladylike is not enough. I wish to be bright and thoughtless and merry. It is every woman's birthright to be petted and admired; I wish to be petted and admired. Was I born to be confined within these four walls?

Phoebe, I have a wedding gift for you. It has been ready for a long time. I began it when you were not ten years old and I was a young woman. I meant it for myself, Phoebe. I had hoped that he -- his name was William -- but I must have been too unattractive, my love. I always

Hi, I'm Kym. I'm an addict. I am nine months clean. (Pause) When I was 16 I was babysitting my little brother. And I was...I had taken all these Percocet and I was unbelievably high and I, ha...We'd driven over to the park on Lakeshore and he was on his red socks, just running around on these piles of leaves and ha...he would bury me, and I would bury him in the leaves. And he was pretending that he was a train. And so, he was charging through the leaves,

So now I get the dirty throwdown, huh? What do I mean? Yeh, that's a good one, ain't it? How do you get that way? You think I'm blind? I seen you with

I am listening to you, and as I listen you seem to me not like a mother, a sister, or a friend; your words sound to me as though Satan were counselling you and inspiring you and speaking through your lips. Why do you want to convince me that my love for my husband is a lie--a lie of the soul--and that a rival love is foully growing there, whose flame consumes and defiles? Why, I love him as I have always loved him. I would give the very last drop of that blood that runs

I thought I was going mad. It can't be true! But it is. God! How hard and cruel I was to poor Vargas, how deliberately cruel! Conscience, you must be satisfied--I'm alone and I say Vargas and not Juan. Senor De Vargas--with all respect, quite in good form. [Pause.] God! How restless I feel--I was cruel! Cruel, disdainful, insolent. He was desperate--but there was no reason. Suppose something happens to him tomorrow. I can't think about it. If anything happens it will be my fault. They were right--Juan lives without hope as I do. Tomorrow he will get

I don't want to get all Hallmark card on you, but, you are my best friend. We've been through so much together. You know me better than I have ever let anyone know me. You're the first person I've ever met who understands me, who thinks the way I do, who gets me. Am I crazy? Am I wrong? Because... you're important to me. If you just aren't attracted to me... I could understand that. I know you can't choose who you want, you can't control those feelings. The

I need to say something....it's not big secret your mom and I are in hell right now, and....bottom line is, marriage is hard. It's really fucking hard. Just two people slogging through the shit, year after year, getting older, changing. It's a fucking marathon, okay? So, sometimes, you know, you're together so long, that you just....you stop seeing the other person...you just see weird projections of your own junk. Instead of talking to each other, you go off the rails and act grubby and make stupid choices, which is what

Ah! You would not speak that way if you had seen her; if, like me, you had held her in your arms a miserable child, white and trembling; if, like me, you had read in her anxious eyes the terror of my fault and the shame of her besmirched love! You would understand how I have not had the courage--the barbarity--to tell her the cruel truth. Yes, I have promised her everything; I have pledged my sacred word, because, above and beyond the truth, there is her purity--her tender youth; because, above everything, there is pity. And

At night he came into the garden. I had been waiting for him quite awhile. I trembled with fear and grief--he trembled, too . . . he was a white as chalk--and he had the pistol in his hand . . . and he says to me in a dreadful voice: "My precious darling ... My one and only love," he says, "my parents," he says, "refuse to give their consent to our wedding--and threaten to disown me because of my love for you. Therefore," he says, "I must take my life." And his pistol was huge--and

You know what you want better than me George. I don't know what you expect to find out there...

What are you doing up so early? Did I leave a roach here? Did you see a roach here? Damn. (Sighs) (Sits on a bed). Had a lousy night. Couldn't sing for shit. It was a lousy crowd. I hate LA. All they do is snort coke and talk. La-la-da-da-da...la-la. Yeah, I recognize that. I like that. I wish Chick was here. Tsk. Maybe I'll get a job in Amsterdam. Chick loved it there. Everyone does. They really know how to treat a jazz person there. How was your night?

This is from Harold Smith. Sorry I haven't been out to see you since the funeral but things have been pretty strange. So were you sleeping with this guy Harold or what? He seems pretty nice. Kind of an oddball. Although, I guess that anyone can start to seem like that when you look close enough....."

What do you mean with your talk all the time of burning and hanging and stirring things up? What'll it bring you? I know well enough you'll not do a blessed thing about it. Then why talk so much? Will it make your soup taste better if you cook a few aristocrats? They'll run off with all their money and we'll be more miserable than ever. You see, you've got to take things as they come, and not believe those liars that tell you you can change things by shouting. D'ye know what I think? We're wasting

Though I should endure what must be borne, ne'er could my woes be ended, save by gloomy death. With my mother slain, my father by crime snatched from me, robbed of my brother, by wretchedness and grief o'erwhelmed, by sorrow crushed, by my husband hated, and set beneath my slave,

Onward, damned shade, and goad thy sinful house to madness. Let there be rivalry in guilt of every kind; let the sword be drawn on this side and on that; let their passions know no bounds, no shame; let blind fury prick on their souls; heartless be parents' rage, and to children's

Listen, Henry Hinde. All the time you were away in Liverpool where nobody knew you, I was here where everybody knew me. Do you know what that means? People staring at me, and turning up their noses at me? There was nothing but contempt for me at first. I was a bad woman, and I wasn't asked nowhere. Fellows in the street treated me like dirt beneath their feet. They spoke to me as if I was a bad woman. And all that time you were in Liverpool, and were thought a lot of. It wasn't fair.

I can't take it anymore!! I'm up every day at five. Every day. Up at five, go for a jog, take a shower, wake Sally, cook breakfastsomething healthyegg whites, flax, kale, organic coffee, sprouted wheat. Sit down with Dave and Sally for breakfast. Eat a

was like you once. Lost. Confused. A piece of shit......Then I met Charlie..... ...Then I ran and caught his hand, and till they arrested him for stabbing Sharon Tate, I never let it go.

I, I, I took the blows in my face and my body! All of those deaths! The long parade to the graveyard! Father, Mother! Margaret, that dreadful way! So big with it, couldn't be put in a coffin! But had to be burned like rubbish! You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths- not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, "Don't let me go!"

I have a confession to make.....do you remember Pedro's penis? Well, it wasn't really cut off. I tried so many times to tell you but it's hard to.....I'd always been very friendly to him. You know, because I try to be that way with all the doormen, even though they are always snickering behind my back. I don't care. I'm still friendly. It's just my way. But um, Pedro was different. Pedro never snickered. Of course who was he to snicker. He wasn't exactly Tom Cruise. Still, he could have,

Claudia has been arrested on manslaughter charges. But before her trial, the prosecuting attorney requires she undergo psychiatric examination to see if she is able to stand trial. Claudia and her lawyer countersue, and in this scene, is grilled by the prosecuting attorney on whether or not she is "nuts". She does very well, and just previous to this monologue, the prosecutor has just asked Claudia if she loves her mother. When I was a little girl, I used to say to her, I love you to the

Monsieur Javert, I beseech your mercy. I assure you that I was not in the wrong. If you had seen the beginning, you would have seen. I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame! That gentleman, the bourgeois, whom I do not know, put snow in my back.

[Looking up into the sky.] Hello? Mother Moon? It's me. Joy. Can you hear me? [Pause.] Hello?

He was probably worried you'd find out from one of the girls. Cynthia perhaps. I always liked Cynthia. I found her very pleasant. Don't you? Yes, I adored her. We used to get along quite well, Cynthia and I. We'd even meet for lunch now and then. Although she never warned me.

....I just know that...I woke up during the middle of the night. And time passed and there was strange shadows. I began having troubling thoughts about my life. There was something about it not real....Full of deceptions but these...these deceptions had become so many and so much a part of me now that I couldn't even tell who I was really was, and suddenly I began to perspire. I sat up in bed with my heart just pounding, and I looked at my husband next to me and it was

I feel...I feel a little depressed. I met a really sad woman today. A woman you'd think she'd had everything and she doesn't. She has nothing. And it made me feel frightened. Because I feel, I feel if I don't stop myself I...as the years go by..I'm going to wind up that way. She can't allow herself to feel, so it...the result she's....she's led this cold, cerebral life and has alienated everyone around her...."

What do you thing you're doing?! I mean as if it wasn't bad enough you asked Ginny out on a date behind my back, but I had to find out about it, from Shannon, who couldn't wait to throw it in my face. I was so humiliated, I could have died! I thought we were supposed to

(Pacing the floor) Mom, I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'm ready to meet this man that I've never known. Gosh, what if he hates me? (Points to herself) I mean what if he thinks I'm ugly? I just know he's not going to like me...Oh no! What if I don't like

(softly, more in wonder than in grief) I can't bear it. They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have to get old? Mama, I'm here. I'm grown up. I love you all, everything. - I cant look at everything hard enough. (pause, talking to her mother who does not hear her. She speaks with mounting urgency) Oh, Mama, just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead. You're a grandmother, Mama. I married George Gibbs, Mama. Wally's

But it wasn't a dream. It was a place. And you and you and you...and you were there. But you couldn't have been could you? No, Aunt Em, this was a real truly live place and I remember some of it wasn't very nice, but most of it was beautiful--but just the same all I kept saying to everybody was "I want to go home," and they sent me home! Doesn't anybody believe me? But anyway, Toto, we're home! Home. And this is my room, and you're all here and

Hey, why is the hurry? Amos ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred? Hey, you know, I don't like you to feel like I'm nagging or anything. But don't you think it's about time for me to meet your friend down at the Onyx? It's been a month since you told him about me. I know. Cause that was the night they met Kelly, plus her husband and her sister. You know, they said you found them in a kit together. Guess from where it from. Amos opened it to

I don't like the whole change that's come over you in the last year. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings, but I've got to- tell the truth and shame the devil. Up to a year ago I used to like you a lot. And I used to watch you as you did everything? because we'd been friends so long? and then you began spending all your time at baseball? and you never stopped to speak to anybody any more. Not even to your own family you didn't? and, George,

I said turn it off! Nobody laughs at me, because I laugh first. At me. Me from Seattle. Me with no education. Me with no talent, as you've kept reminding me my whole life! Well, Mama, look at me now. Look! Look where I live. Look at my friends. Look where I'm going. I'm not staying in burlesque, I'm moving. Maybe up maybe down. But wherever I'm going, I'm having the time of my life, because for the first time, it is my life! And I love it! I love

I thought you did it for me, mama. I thought you did it for me mama. I though you made a no talent ox into a star because you like doing things the hard way Mama. And you have no talent. Not what I call talent, Miss Gypsy Rose Lee! I made you...I made you! And you wanna know why? You wanna know what I did it for? 'Cause I was born too soon and started too late, that's why. What I got in me (begins to chuckle), I could

I've got something to say to Miss Sawyer. So, you're going to take my place. And you think you know how tough it must be for me? Do you really? I'm not so sure. Ever since I was a tiny little girl and saw my first Julian Marsh show I've dreamed of the day when I might work with the King of Broadway. And, my day had finally come, and I was filled with pride, joy and humility. Not to mention my happiness at a contract with a limousine, a

Jamie's parents are getting separated. It doesn't quite sink in at first, she's sort of in shock. She truly believes that her influence can change the situation. Once that fails she moves from one desperate attempt to the next trying to get her parents back together again, with her confidence and feelings losing footing each step of the

John, it come to naught that I should forgive you, if you'll not forgive yourself. It is not my soul, John, it is yours. (it is difficult to say, and she is on the verge of tears) Only be sure of this, for I know it now: Whatever you will do, it is a good man does it. I have read my heart this three month, John. (Pause) I have sins of my own to count. It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery. (Now pouring out her heart) Better

Men of our city, Argive elders here, I shame not in your presence to avow My wifely temper; bashful Fear in time From mortals dieth: not by others taught, But from myself, the wretched life I'll tell 'Twas mine to lead while this man was at Troy. First, for a woman severed from her mate, To sit forlorn at home is grievous woe, Hearing malignant murmurs manifold. One courier comes, another in his train Worse tidings brings to echo through the house; And as for wounds, had my dear lord

Mes amis - Thank you for sharing with me my last performance at The Comedie Francaise. And thank you to Citizen Chauvelin, who has so graciously allowed our theatre to remain open this spring. But now, I share with you my own storybook ending. Six weeks ago I met a tall and handsome "prince", and tonight he sweeps me away to England to be married. Sir Percival Blakeney! He is handsome, yes? Oh, I shall miss you all very much, but in my heart, how could I ever leave Paris?

Mother Gibbs, George and I have made that farm into just the best place you ever saw. We thought of you all the time. We wanted to show you the new barn and a great long cement drinking fountain for the stock. We bought that out of the money you left us. Don't you remember, Mother Gibbs - the legacy you left us? Why, it was over three hundred and fifty dollars. Well, there's a patent device on the drinking fountain so that it never overflows, mother Gibbs, and it

Mrs. Lynde, I'm extremely sorry I behaved so terribly. I've disgraced my good friends who've let me stay at Green Gables on trial, even though I'm not a boy. I am wicked and ungrateful, and I deserve to be cast out forever. What you said was true; I am skinny and ugly, and my hair is red. What I said about you was true too, only I shouldn't have said it. Please, Mrs. Lynde, forgive me. You wouldn't be so cruel as to inflict a life-long sorrow on a poor

My God! I can't take any more of this - first you spurn me for Eddie, then you cast him off like an old overcoat for Rocky. You chew people up and spit them out - I loved you, do you hear me - I LOVED YOU - And what did it get me - I'll tell you - A big nothing. You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, take! You drain others of their love and emotions. Well, I've had enough. You've got to choose between me and

My sister, Veronica, and I had this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us. Now for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one night before the show we are in a hotel Cicero, the three of us, sittin' up in a hotel room, boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went out

Romeo, Romeo, Where the hell art thou? Have you stopped along the way To play at your stupid battle games? Or have you changed your mind, And decided not to come Thinking me too 'easy' and thus insincere: What perversion of thought is this? Because I say what it is I want, Direct and forthright, You judge my desire false? While the one who dallies, Says no to mean yes, You deem true and take her Seriously? Or perhaps you think to be 'easy' is to be unchaste: If so,

Stay out of my way, you hag, and if you touch me again I will tear your eyes out! I will not leave till I have seen him.(going to Don Quixote's bedside and seeing no sign of recognition) Don't you know me? I am Aldonza! (to the others in the room as if to plead her case) He knows! He must know... Please ... you are my lord, Don Quixote! Please - try to remember! (trying to find the words) It is important, everything....my whole life. You spoke to me

This morning a bird woke me up. It was a lark, or a peacock; something like that. So I said hello. And it vanished, flew away, the very moment I said hello! It was quite mysterious. So do you know what I did? I went to my mirror and brushed my hair two hundred times, without stopping. And as i was brushing it, my hair turned mauve. No, honestly! Mauve! Then red. then some sort of a deep blue when the sun hit it.... I'm sixteen years old, and every

When I was very small...we used to take our sleds out in the wintertime and the only hills we had were the ice covered stone steps of some houses down the street. And we used to fill them in with snow and make them smooth and slide down them all day...and it was very dangerous you know...far too steep...and sure enough one day a kid named Rufus came down too fast and hit the sidewalk...and we saw his face just split open right there in front of us...and I remember

You may think that what I did next was scheming, devious. Pippin, let me tell you something about despair. I loved my husband very much. The years we spent together were the happiest years of my life. And then one day he was struck by fever: and when his hand went cold in mine, I felt my life, too, was over. I was overcome by the deepest despair. I took to my bed for five days. On the sixth day I got up. There were things to be done. An

Your children are just unhappy little marching machines. Take Liesl for example. Liesel isn't a child anymore! And if you keep treating her as one, you're going to have a mutiny on your hands! And Friedrich - Friedrich is afraid to be himself - he's shy, he's aloof, he needs your confidence! Brigitta could tell you about him. That's because she notices things. She always tells the truth - especially when you don't want to hear it. Kurt - Kurt is sensitive, he's easily hurt, and you ignore him! You

I used to think Clive was the one who liked sex. But then I found I missed it. I used to touch myself when I was very little, I thought I’d invented something wonderful. I used to do it to go to sleep with or to cheer myself up, and one day it was raining and I was under the kitchen table, and my mother saw me with my hand under my dress rubbing away, and she dragged me out so quickly I hit my head and it bled and

I've decided to give name to my enemy, my guest. And why not? It has, after all, basically moved in, unpacked its poisonous bags, and completely made itself welcome. Yes, it's made itself very welcome within my walls. And once you realize that a guest isn't going to go away, you start looking for a way to communicate with it... a name to call it. In the proper ways of the social world, a guest calls first, secures its welcome with you. Then, upon ensuring that welcome, shows up on your

Category: Female: Contemporary: Dramatic

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