PROMPTS FROM ANGELS IN AMERICA * assorted dialogue from the play by tony kushner, adjust as necessary
in your experience of the world, how do people change?
we can't even talk about that.
i usually say fuck the truth, but mostly the truth fucks you.
i dreamed we were there.
i looked for you. i've been everywhere.
well, that's a stupid thing to do.
can you tell me where i am?
i'm gonna have a baby.
can i come with you? this isn't working anymore.
you fell out of love with me.
i have emotional problems.
now we both have a secret.
i burned dinner.
if you have something you want to ask me, ask me!
it was a joke.
i'm a shell. there's nothing left to kill.
i go there all the time. free movies.
i think if you touch me, your hand might fall off or something.
i don't know what will happen to me without you.
that's not purple. that color up there is mauve.
i never imagined losing my mind was going to be such hard work.
the body is the garden of the soul.
for god's sake, there's nothing left.
i've lived through such terrible times.
i have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
you do not live in america.
i can't. i'm scared of you.
how on earth did you know?
there are no gods here.
he loves... but his love is worth nothing.
it's like throwing darts at a glob of jello. there's no satisfying hits.
death usually has to take life away.
if i can find hope anywhere, that's it, that's the best i can do.
it's so inadequate.
worse things have happened to people who have touched me.
i want more life.
will the past release us?
you are amazingly unhappy.
we won't die secret deaths anymore.
you can't live in the world without an idea of the world, but it's living that makes the ideas.
the world only spins forward.
sorry, wrong room.
the time has come.
you only think you know all i know.
are we doomed?
you are fabulous creatures, each and every one.
i hate america. i hate this country.
it isn't easy. it doesn't count if it's easy.
stop it! stop it! i'm warning you!
what do you want from me?
you didn't have to do that.
only you love me. out of everyone in the world.
you're a battered heart, bleeding life in the universe of wounds.
it's no fun picking on you. you're so guilty.
i don't even know what all i know.
that was deliberate.
maybe a queen can forgive her vanquished foe.
it can be very hard to accept how disappointing life is, because that's what it is, and you have to accept it.
i live in america, that's hard enough.
you have to keep asking.
i don't have to love it.
i wish i could go traveling.
there's something creepy about this place.
everybody's got to love something.
no such place exists.
you'll find, my friend, that what you love will take you places you never dreamed you'd go.
i think i have a copy.
god won't talk to me. i have to make up people to talk to me.
half the time i just make it up, and it still turns out to be true.
good. i was worried it'd be a garden. i hate that shit.
i don't understand why i'm not dead. when your heart breaks, you should die.
one wants... but one so seldom gets what one wants.
life is confusing enough.
in the new century, i think we will all be insane.
that's how people change.
you reach a point where... the disappointment doesn't hurt as much, and then it gets easy to live with. quite easy.
i'd even pray for you.
so what the fuck is the matter with me?
we won't die secret deaths anymore.
don't you think it's depressing?
it's all been done before.
this is why, [name]. this is why i shouldn't be left alone.
you wanna destroy me, but i am not gonna let you do that.
