I had this really weird dream last night about a flapper sitting on the stairs recovering from drinking too much. A guy came up to her and said, “Rose, about last night…” and she looks up and says, “Oh, were you the one who said all of those marvelous things to me?” And there was this house that I felt like I’d been in it before. It was fall, and there were leaves blowing in its driveway which was made with bricks. A car had pulled up in the drive and the house was white and it felt so real, it left me feeling weird when I woke up.
“If I wasn’t an actor, I think I’d have gone mad. You have to have some extra voltage, some extra temperament to reach certain heights. Art is a little bit larger than life - it’s an exhalation of life, and I think you probably need a little touch of madness.”—Laurence Olivier (via maggie-the-kat)