Leslie Parry Quotes & Sayings

He kept fighting. If you didn't have something to live for, he reasoned, you'd die. Not just to live for, but to live toward. He thought for a little while he'd live for someone else - a — Leslie Parry

There were streets named Mulberry and Orchard and Cherry, streets bright and tart, streets with a color and a taste. — Leslie Parry

All great shows, she told me when I was little (and still learning to flex the tiny muscles in my esophagus), depend on the most ordinary objects. We can be a weary, cynical lot - we grow old and see only what suits us, and what is marvelous can often pass us by. A kitchen knife. A bulb of glass. A human body. That something so common should be so surprising - why, we forget it. We take it for granted. We assume that our sight is reliable, that our deeds are straightforward, that our words have one meaning. But life is uncommon and strange; it is full of intricacies and odd, confounding turns. So onstage we remind them just how extraordinary the ordinary can be. This, she said, is the tiger in the grass. It's the wonder that hides in plain sight, the secret life that flourishes just beyond the screen. For you are not showing them a hoax or a trick, just a new way of seeing what's already in front of them. This, she told me, is your mark on the world. This is the story that you tell. — Leslie Parry

Undergarments flapped wildly on the fire escapes above, soiled with sweat and blood: private stains, flying high over the city like crests on the flags of a ship. — Leslie Parry

It awoke something in her, to see someone so kind and giving, so full-hearted, and yet so lost, so wretchedly bent on his own destruction. She had left home, ashamed of herself and the fury she'd caused, but now the prospect of love didn't seem like such a dangerous thing at all. He — Leslie Parry

I've found that here in this city, the lights burn ever brighter, but they cast the darkest shadows I know. — Leslie Parry

Why, he wondered, did he have to peddle his difference for their amusement, and yet at the same time temper it, suppress it, make it suitably benign? — Leslie Parry

Belle could be that way, too. Provoked, she lashed out, and abandoned, she broke. BACKSTAGE — Leslie Parry

Her mother's private feelings, she would realize later (with no small amount of shame), were of no real concern to her. She only cared about what her mother gave to her and what she withheld. — Leslie Parry