Every Day A Little Death.

I Was Watching Him Crawl, Back Over The Wall-! Then Bang! Crash! And The Lightning Flash! And- Well, That's Another Story, Never Mind- Anyway.

My Mother Wanted Me Off Her Hands. She Was A Working Woman. She Designed Clothes, And She Was A Celebrity Collector. It's My Mother's Ambition To Be A Celebrity.

What Justifies A Character Singing One Idea For 3 Minutes On The Screen? I Get Impatient And Want The Story To Carry On. I Don't Get Impatient In The Theatre.

Pointillism Takes Emotional Images, Character, Etc., And Makes Them All Come Together And Make A Whole That Tells A Story.

I Liked My Father A Lot, But I Didn't See Him Very Often Because My Mother Was Bitter About Him. He Remarried, And I Used To Have To Sneak Off To See Him.