Love Quote by John Guare

Guare starts with the blunt inventory of a standard-issue body - "two arms, two eyes, two legs" - and then slips in the tell: "hopefully". That one word turns biology into suspense. In the theater, nothing is guaranteed, not even the body you walked in with. The line reads like a prayer disguised as a checklist, the kind of everyday optimism people use to keep dread manageable.

Then he pivots from anatomy to imagination: "variations, the extensions, the possibilities". On the surface, its an ode to human capability; underneath, its a playwright staking a claim. Guare's work often lives where normalcy gets pressured until it reveals its seams. By beginning with the assumed norm and immediately acknowledging its fragility, he frames the body as both baseline and battleground - subject to accident, illness, desire, technology, violence, aging. The phrase "extensions" is doing quiet cultural work, nodding to prosthetics and performance, to the ways identity and ability are built, not simply inherited.

The ending - "what that can do" - is deliberately open. It doesn't specify heroism or beauty; it suggests action, consequence, capacity for harm as much as transcendence. In a Guare context, that's key: bodies onstage are engines of plot, sites of class and gender expectation, objects of longing, instruments of betrayal. The intent isn't to reassure. Its to remind you that every story begins in flesh, and that flesh is endlessly rewriteable - by circumstance, by society, by choice.