Stephen Dillane quotes
“He’s an actor in love with the sound of his own voice.”
The deadly danger here is this romantic fantasy of fighting to the end. What is "the end" if not the destruction of all things? There's nothing heroic in going down fighting if it can be avoided. Nothing even remotely patriotic in death or glory if the odds are firmly on the former. Nothing inglorious in trying to shorten a war we are clearly... (continue)(continue reading)
“- Legislator: What just happened?
- Viscount Halifax: He mobilized the English language and sent it into battle.”
“I couldn't work my way into being a good-looking guy.”
“If you feel uncomfortable on stage, you can very easily descend into a sort of abyss, convinced you're the worst actor ever, that you're a disgrace to the profession, that you're a disgrace to yourself. It's an awful feeling.”
“Am I melancholy? I certainly have moments. I like to think there's a capacity for joy as well.”
“- Charles Godwin: Louisa tells me you have a story about firelight.
- Elisabeth Laurier: Yes. I tell her Firelight is a magic time, when times stands still.
- Charles Godwin: Why'd you tell her that?
- Elisabeth Laurier: I find it helps. A time with no rules at the end of the day.”
“Our constitution has many good articles, and some bad ones. I do not know yet which predominate.”
“- Charles Godwin: You're very... I didn't expect it to be like this.
- Elisabeth Laurier: What did you expect?
- Charles Godwin: Last night. I thought - for a moment I thought that...
- Elisabeth Laurier: You thought that I liked it?
- Charles Godwin: Did you?
- Elisabeth Laurier: No. But I could.”
“- Charles Godwin: I will not have you treat my daughter like this.
- Elisabeth Laurier: Would you have her grow up ignorant and friendless?”
“- Charles Godwin: If you harm so much as one hair on her head...
- Elisabeth Laurier: Do you think I, of all people, would ever hurt her? I'll make you a promise: whatever I do to Louisa I'll do to myself. You want her to love you. I want her to be loved.”
“- Nathan Muir: He had this plow horse he used to work with everyday. He really loved that plow horse. One summer she came up lame. It could barely stand. The vet offered to put her down. You know what my uncle said?
- Charles Harker: No, Muir, what did he say?
- Nathan Muir: He said, why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to...” (continue)(continue reading)