Childhood Is A Short Season.

The Good Die Young But Not Always. The Wicked Prevail But Not Consistently. I Am Confused By Life, And I Feel Safe Within The Confines Of The Theatre.

The Faster We Travel, The Less There Is To See.

The Worst Constructed Play Is A Bach Fugue When Compared To Life.

From Your Parents You Learn Love And Laughter And How To Put One Foot Before The Other. But When Books Are Opened You Discover That You Have Wings.

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.