John's Dura Mater Blog

- The epigraph to Truman Capote's last (unfinished and untitled) work

"We are such stuff, as dreams are made of, And our little life is rounded, With a sleep." -From William Shakespeare’s The Tempest

"Changing It keeps changing I see towers where there were trees. Going, all the stillness, the solitude, Georgie! Sundays disappearing, all the time, when things were beautiful. All things are beautiful, Mother. All trees, all towers, beautiful. That tower beautiful, Mother. See? A perfect tree. Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother. Pretty is what changes. What the eye arranges is what is beautiful!" - Lyrics from Sunday in the Park with George by Stephen Sondheim, 1984