Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement . . . says heaven and earth in one word . . . speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time. — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“Mother, I make it known publicly: I'm tired of my little brother. Will you please Give him to some charity?” — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“THOMAS Can I have your name? RICHARD It's yours. THOMAS Now, look RICHARD It's no earthly Use to me. I travel light; as light,… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
The difference between tragedy and comedy is the difference between experience and intuition. In the experience we strive against every condition of our animal… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“A priest found an infant, about ten inches long, Crammed into the poor-box. The money had all Been taken. Nothing was there except myself,… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“JENNET. Twilight, double, treble, in and out! If I try to find my way I bark my brain On shadows sharp as rocks where… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“JENNET What can you see Out there? THOMAS Out here? Out here is a sky so gentle Five stars are ventured on it. I… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“They say that I bring back the past; For instance, Helen comes, Brushing the maggots from her eyes, And, clearing her throat of several… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“Your innocence is on at such a rakish angle it gives you quite an air of iniquity.” — Christopher Fry Copy Share
“JENNET: They also say that I bring back the past; For instance Helen comes Brushing the maggots from her eyes, And, clearing here throat… — Christopher Fry Copy Share
