Watching
It's HAMLET Day (again).
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens
Despair is the fuel of terrorism, and hope is the fuel of civilization, so we have to put more hope into the world than despair. Hatred and separation and building walls is not the way to progress. Going backward is not the way to go forward.
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Hamlet
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
MAC gave me 55 lipsticks to test. These are the same lipsticks I got caught stealing by the police when I was 15. Ironic.
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
I’m an action transvestite really, so it’s running, jumping, climbing trees and then putting on make-up when you’re up there!
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens
The twenty-first century is a key century for us on this planet. Either we make a world, where all seven billion people have a fair chance in this century - or forget it. If we can't do this, I don't think we are going to make it as a species. Despair is the fuel of terrorism, and hope is the fuel of civilization, so we have to put more hope into the world than despair. Hatred and separation and building walls is not the way to progress. Going backward is not the way to go forward.
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens
I don’t like the word dysphoria. I refuse to be confused about this. It’s confusing, but I am trying to be not confused. Which is why I made up my own terminology—being in “girl mode” or “boy mode”—it’s how I describe where I am on any given day on that nonbinary continuum of gender identity, a concept that psychiatrists and sociologists and politicians and religious types don’t seem able to explain with any degree of medical or biological certainty why I wish to wear skirts and heels on certain days and trousers on others. I don’t know why, and neither do they. And I suppose, in the end, the why of it really doesn’t matter. It’s just who I am and the way I was born. That’s who a lot of us are and the way a lot of us were born.