I am an actor and I live in the world of pretend in my working capacity. I live in the world of my imagination.
The instinct to impersonate produces the actor; the desire to provide pleasure by impersonations produces the playwright; the desire to provide this pleasure with adequate characterization and dialogue memorable in itself produces dramatic literature.
A garden is to be a world unto itself, it had better make room for the darker shades of feeling as well as the sunny ones.

