All The Mistakes I Ever Made Were

Self-deception Is Sometimes As Necessary A Tool As A Crowbar.

A Sharp Sense Of The Ironic Can Be The Equivalent Of The Faith That Moves Mountains. Far More Quicky Than Reason Or Logic, Irony Can Penetrate Rage And Puncture Self-pity.

The Only Credential The City Asked Was The Boldness To Dream. For Those Who Did, It Unlocked Its Gates And Its Treasures, Not Caring Who They Were Or Where They Came From.

A Play For Me Never Really Takes On An Aspect Of Reality Until It Has Left The Dryair Of The Study And Begins To Sniff The Musty Breezes Of A Bare Stage.

There Is Nothing Like Tasting The Grit Of Fear For Rediscovering That The Umbilical Cord Is Made Of Piano Wire.