• Harper: I burned dinner.
  • Joe: Sorry.
  • Harper: Not my dinner. My dinner was fine. Your dinner. I put it back in the oven and turned everything up as high as it could go and watched till it burned blacked. It's still hot. Very hot. Want it?
  • Joe: You didn't have to do that.
  • Harper: I know. I just seemed like the kind of thing a mentally deranged sex-starved pill-popping housewife would do.
Jews don’t have any clear textual guide to the afterlife, even that it exists. I don’t think much about it. I see it as a perpetual rainy Thursday afternoon in March. Dead leaves.

- Louis, Angels in America  (via judge-books-by-their-covers)

cherryskingdom:

“angels in america” reunion. zachary quinto with christian borle and billy porter, “kinky boots” opening night.