“He was dyslexic, which meant he couldn’t learn two lines without making a mistake. That meant he had to understand what he said, to feel it. That gave him a certain strength. He never played a scene the same way twice. He was a restless presence.”
“It is the beginning of summer yet I’m still irrevocably in love with a winter state of mind. I seem to never quite leave it behind me, nor do I want to leave it behind me.”
— Anton Chekhov, from a diary entry written c. June 1888 in “Diaries,”