No language is rude that can boast polite writers.

In the present age, alas! our pens are ravished by unlettered authors and unmannered critics, that make a havoc rather than a building, a wilderness rather than a garden. But, a lack! what boots it to drop tears upon the preterit?

If I am not grotesque, I am nothing.

I realized more than anything that I wanted to learn how to do that. To be able to transport a whole roomful of people to a different world is breathtaking.

So why join the Storytelling Club? Because the shortest distance between truth and human beings is a story.

I will never forget the change that occurred when this plain, tiny little blonde got up in a theatre full of people. She took a deep breath, and became a series of different people. The stage was knee-deep in magic.