My Sweet Guillotine by Jayne Tuttle
~The actor is always laughing,’ he said. ‘It is the audience that is crying.’~
~This, it seemed, was how things worked in the Arts: once someone gives you money, more people do.~
~We head for my favourite little bookshop just off the canal, which is like a naughty boy’s bedroom full of dusty books and graphic novels and comics and posters stuck to the ceiling and walls, with an old man, the owner, always hidden behind stacks of books.~
~I wonder how many other thrilling people I have overlooked, thinking I knew who they were.~
~God, I hope my head is not off. I hope nobody has to find my head. I hope my family doesn’t have to live with that image for the rest of their lives.~
~’It would be so gross. And boring.’
‘Yes, but sometimes you have to do boring things. If it drags on in your mind forever, that would be more boring than addressing it.’~
