Tuesday, November 2, 2010

We'll mend

Harper: I'm going to like this place. It's my own National Geographic Special! Oh! Oh! (She holds her stomach) I think...I think I felt her kicking. Maybe I'll give birth to a baby covered with thick white fur, and that way she doesn't get chilly. My breasts will be full of hot cocoa so she doesn't get chilly. And if it get's really cold she'll have a pouch I can crawl into. Like a marsupial. We'll mend together. That's what we'll do; we'll mend.

Tony Kushner. Angels in America, Millenium Approaches: III.iii

Heavy sky

Belize:
He's dying. You just wish you were.
Oh cheer up, Louis. Look at that heavy sky out there.

Louis: Purple.

Belize:
Purple? Boy, what kind of a homosexual are you, anyway? That's not purple, Mary, that color up there is (Very grand) Mauve.
All today it's felt like Thanksgiving. Soon, this...ruination will be blanketed white. You can smell it--can you smell it?

Louis: What?

Belize: Softness, forgiveness, compliance, grace.

Tony Kushner. Angels in America, Millenium Approaches: III.ii