My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.
Death, the final, triumphant lover.
If my accent betrayed my foreign birth, it also stamped me as an enemy, in the imagination of the producers.
The former ruling class kept the community of actors in ignorance by means of various lies.
I look in the mirror and say to myself, Can it be you once played Romeo?
Women have a predestination to suffering.
