Drama read to oneself is never drama at its best, and is not even drama as it should be.

Acted drama requires surrender of one's self, sympathetic absorption in the play as it develops.

Back through the ages of barbarism and civilization, in all tongues, we find this instinctive pleasure in the imitative action that is the very essence of all drama.

Rare is the human being, immature or mature, who has never felt an impulse to pretend he is some one or something else.

The drama is a great revealer of life.

When the drama attains a characterization which makes the play a revelation of human conduct and a dialogue which characterizes yet pleases for itself, we reach dramatic literature.

We do not kill the drama, we do not really limit its appeal by failing to encourage the best in it; but we do thereby foster the weakest and poorest elements.

No drama, however great, is entirely independent of the stage on which it is given.

In the best farce today we start with some absurd premise as to character or situation, but if the premises be once granted we move logically enough to the ending.

In reading plays, however, it should always be remembered that any play, however great, loses much when not seen in action.

But what is drama? Broadly speaking, it is whatever by imitative action rouses interest or gives pleasure.

Loneliness is the endless disease that eats at our soul.

I slipped on a turtleneck, laughing when my head became stuck in the turtle part. If they weren't called turtlenecks, I wouldn't have worn them.

A fan without a team is like a hog without truffles - she has nothing to root for.

All gods are one God, and all goddesses are one Goddess, and there is one Initiator.

My style is not that big. I wear heels, tight pants, and I wear diamonds.

I love the work I do.

Why does man have reason if he can only be influenced by violence?

My fan mail is what keeps me going.

Negative thinking is prevalent, in particular, among so many women in their later years, and, as a result, they live out their lives in discontent.

I was a relationship retard. I kicked, shoved, and punched people out of my life, so they never had a chance to hurt me.