My name's Amaya! I’m a poet, a screenwriter, an author. #oldsoul I believe in growing old, not growing up. I’m gonna see the world, try new things. Peace and love! 😘 Masterlist
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from The Collected Works of Langston Hughes. (2002, Harold Ober Associates, Inc.) (via Alive on All Channels)
When I came out into society, I was fifteen. I already knew that the role I was condemned to—namely, to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful, while under the table, I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became… A virtuoso of deceit. It wasn’t pleasure I was after, it was knowledge. I consulted the strictest moralist to learn how to appear. Philosophers to find out what to think. And novelists to see what I could get away with. And in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: Win or die.
DANGEROUS LIAISONS 1988 | scr. Christopher Hampton
