Summer Stage Quotes

“Right,” says Gertie. “But the point is that sometimes I feel like that girl, and sometimes I feel one hundred years old and just sort of over the whole thing, you know? The whole fame thing, the whole acting thing. Sometimes I don’t know how to keep finding the joy. But if there’s anything I learned from us, or rather I guess I should say from the end of us, it’s that I have to find that joy on my own. I can’t depend on you for that. You broke my heart, Timothy. Really and truly, you broke it. And I’ve never recovered. Not all the way.” He feels a sharp pain behind his eyes, and in the center of his body, between his ribs. Is this where his soul lives? Does his soul hurt? “I’m sorry, Gertie. My darling. I know I did. I know how foolish I was. And I’m so sorry.” “I believe you,” she says gently. “I do believe that. But that doesn’t undo it, you see. I can’t go back to a time before you hurt me. I have to live at a different angle from you than I did in the past. That was the cost of all of it.”
― Meg Mitchell Moore, Summer Stage

“After what Sam told her, Amy wants to shake her fist at the world; she wants to scream with rage. She wants to track down Evil Alice and poke out her eyeballs, or at least give her a very stern talking-to, and maybe ask to speak with her mother.”
― Meg Mitchell Moore, Summer Stage

“But do you ever worry? That you chose the wrong path?” “There is no path, honey.” “There isn’t? I thought there was a path. I was told there’s a path!” “Not really. There are just choices, and more choices, over and over again, all the way through to the end, like a big game of Choose Your Own Adventure.” “But what if you don’t choose? What if things just . . . happen?” “I suppose that even what looks like not choosing is a choice. Henry might wake up one day in ten years and wonder why he’s living with someone who color-codes the pantry and vacuums invisible crumbs off the garage floor.”
― Meg Mitchell Moore, Summer Stage

“Okay,” says Amy. “Production meeting number one. I’ll take notes.” Timothy can practically see Amy thinking that she will try to out-brisk Jane, maybe even out-no-nonsense her. “First item of business. We need fans in here,” says Jane. “On order,” says Amy frostily. “How many?” “Three. Three giant ones.” Jane sucks in her lower lip and says, “We might need four.” “They only had three.” “Well, there it is, then,” says Jane. She rises from the table. “So, we’ll mark out the stage here?” “I was thinking the opposite direction,” says Amy. “Get the width.” They both look at Timothy. He feels like he could step one of two ways: in one direction there is a ditch full of crocodiles and in the other a bucketful of snakes.”
― Meg Mitchell Moore, Summer Stage