My father read Dickens out loud. My mother would say 'We're going to the workhouse'. This to me was real. I was headed for the gruel.
He was a frustrated theatrical impresario, basically
Walking on camera is damn hard. It's a Jewish problem. The rangy stride across the blasted moor is not really a Jewish thing.
But it struck me that the extreme violence and cruelty of the English Civil War had gone understated.
A terrible vanity, really, but as you get older...
she writes family scenes better than anyone else I can think of.
It was a conscious decision by (Sir Robert) Walpole and others to replace religion with making money. Elections replaced battles, and the fights were over party politics.
We find a way (in each country) to contain our differences of opinion without annihilating one another.
Historians are left forever chasing shadows, painfully aware of their inability ever to reconstruct a dead world in its completeness however thorough or revealing their documentation. We are doomed to be forever hailing someone who has just gone around the corner and out of earshot.
Even for the most excitable preacher, there was nothing sinful about a waffle.
The next worse thing to a battle lost is a battle won.
I'm helplessly and permanently a Red Sox fan. It was like first love...You never forget. It's special. It's the first time I saw a ballpark. I'd thought nothing would ever replace cricket. Wow! Fenway Park at 7 o'clock in the evening. Oh, just, magic beyond magic: never got over that