But this was the first occasion I had come across someone for whom art was a means of avoiding reality rather than confronting it head on, an idea so strange to me that I didn't fully comprehend it at the time.
~ Deirdre Madden
I watched plays with the kind of voracity with which small children read books; with the same visceral passion, the same complete trust in the imagination which is so difficult to sustain through the course of one's whole life.
I realise that a certain school of thought says that who we are is something we construct for ourselves. We build our self out of what we think we remember.
Rejection only made the attachment stronger. I realized that the impossibility of connection was a driving force behind his desire.
