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As A Writer You're Holding A Dog. You Let The Dog Run About. But You Finally Can Pull Him Back. Finally, I'm In Control. But The Great Excitement Is To See What Happens If You Let The Whole Thing Go. And The Dog Or The Character Really Runs About, Bites Everyone In Sight, Jumps Up Trees, Falls Into Lakes, Gets Wet, And You Let That Happen. That's The Excitement Of Writing Plays-to Allow The Thing To Be Free But Still Hold The Final Leash.

There Are Places In My Heart...where No Living Soul...has...or Can Ever...trespass.

There Never Is Any Such Thing As One Truth To Be Found In Dramatic Art. There Are Many. These Truths Challenge Each Other, Recoil From Each Other, Reflect Each Other, Ignore Each Other, Tease Each Other, Are Blind To Each Other. Sometimes You Feel You Have The Truth Of A Moment In Your Hand, Then It Slips Through Your Fingers And Is Lost.

I No Longer Feel Banished From Myself.

Iraq Is Just A Symbol Of The Attitude Of Western Democracies To The Rest Of The World.