Charley: He Won't Starve. None A Them

I Speak My Own Sins; I Cannot Judge Another. I Have No Tongue For It.

Memory Inevitably Romanticizes, Pressing Reality To Recede Like Pain.

The Theater Is So Endlessly Fascinating Because It's So Accidental. It's So Much Like Life.

Great Drama Is Great Questions Or It Is Nothing But Technique. I Could Not Imagine A Theater Worth My Time That Did Not Want To Change The World.

He Wants To Live On Through Something - And In His Case, His Masterpiece Is His Son. All Of Us Want That, And It Gets More Poignant As We Get More Anonymous In This World.