The Birthday Party by Harold Pinter

annasmiscellany:

GOLDBERG. [sitting at the table] The secret is breathing. Take my tip. It’s a well known fact. Breathe in, breathe out, take a chance, let yourself go, what can you lose?

Read Pinter any chance you get. An extract from this play, as well as many other interesting pieces, can be found on The Sheila Variations.

I love this play. Acting IV final scenes = conquered.

Golderberg: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Stanley: He wanted to… he wanted to… he wanted to…

McCann: He doesn’t know.

Goldberg: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Stanley: He wanted to… he wanted to…

Goldberg: Why did the chicken cross the road?

McCann: He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know which came first.

Goldberg: Which came first?

McCann:  Chicken? Egg? Which came first?

Goldberg & McCann: Which came first? Which came first? Which came first?

Stanley: (screams) 

(Source: sheilaomalley.com, via scrapsofthought)

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flyofopportunity:

ridingthe4thwave:

mrskalnoky:

truckersaretheblood:

jaredisacunt:

mycrushwitheyeliner:

thisiscaroline:

sans-merci:

kaiserbund:

lord-kitschener:

theirongoddessofmercy:

tracethedoubt

“The Russian custom of matchmaking was regarded as something outrageous and was laughed at by everyone, the princess included” 
Thank you, Anna Karenina as always.

“There was music from my neighbour’s house through the summer nights.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Holmes saw with the clarity of a courtroom verdict what had to be done.” -Matthew Pearl, The Dante Club

“Daddy told me to pull up on the reins while he gave a listen.”

Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter.

Um.

“As a motorist ages, visual clarity declines and peripheral vision becomes less distinct.”

my nearest book was my drivers manual.

 ”I wasn’t particularly fond of the man” Post Office by Charles Bukowski

“In many carbon-based molecules, small molecules are subunits of an entire molecule, like links in a chain.” -My biology textbook

“Then he really let one go at me, and the next thing I knew I was on the goddam floor again.” - Catcher In The Rye by J. D. Salinger

What?

“Hang on,” Blurted Harry, “What about my punishment?”

Whoa there!

How do I know if I know them until I know their names?

(Source: loveclaire, via the-banana-paradox)