“You begin by hard work and discipline, digging in the dirt until your fingers are bloody; and suddenly the characters find themselves. The setting is in place. The cellos have picked up the mood and are keeping the whole act together, while the background a low drum beats. Now you have only to watch the characters and write down what they say.
At such moments you are in what August Wilson calls “the land of magic.” And, with the words flowing forth, nothing, nothing in this world, can equal the pleasure—not skiing or sailing, not sex, not flying off cliffs with wings strapped to your shoulders—because in those pure moments you are in perfect balance, soaring with the universe.”
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Sophy Burnham
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