Oh naïve little me.

Roy Cohn, Angels in America (via nextstop—everywhere)

rhys260293:

Harper: When you pray, what do you pray for?

Joe: I pray for God to crush me, break me up into little pieces and start all over again. 

Harper: Oh, please don’t pray for that. 

LOUIS: You can love someone and fail them. You can love someone and not be able to—

PRIOR: You can, theoretically, yes. A person can, maybe an editorial ‘you’ can love, Louis, but not you, specifically you. I don’t know. I think you’re excluded from that general category. A person could theoretically love, and maybe many do, but we both know now that you can’t.

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jaredthedead:

CHARLES CHAISSON

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qualiseram:

Joe: I think we ought to pray. Ask God for help. Ask Him together.

Harper: God won’t talk to me. I have to make up people to talk to me.

— Tony Kushner, Angels in America

‘it’s so much not enough.  it’s so inadequate.  but still.’

Angels in America: In Vitro
I just wondered what a thing it would be if overnight everything you owe anything to- justice or love- had really gone away. Free.

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“It’s 1985. Fifteen years till the third millenium. Maybe Christ will come again. Maybe seeds will be planted, maybe there’ll be harvests then, maybe companionship and love and protection, safety from what’s outside, maybe the door will hold, or maybe… maybe the troubles will come, and the end will come, and the sky will collapse and there will be terrible rains and showers of poison light, or maybe my life is really fine, maybe Joe loves me and I’m only crazy thinking otherwise, or maybe not, maybe it’s even worse than I know, maybe… I want to know, maybe I don’t. The suspense, Mr. Lies, it’s killing me.”

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