The Carpet was full of life, but it did not know it was alive. It could be, but it could not think. It did not even know what it was. “And so from the dust came us, the Carpet People. We gave the Carpet its name, and named the creatures, and the weaving was complete.

You get used to being lazy doing films, but classical theatre&#39;s going to finish me off.

But I think that&#39;s a particular kind of experience involving a certain immediacy between you and the canvass, you and the particular kind of experience of that particular moment.

that since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbons could hardly wait for night to forget themselves in sleep.

Written By Jeffrey Eugenides

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