I Feel That I Speak The Musical

During The Day, Our Souls Gather Their ... Impressions Of Us, How Our Lives Feel. ... Our Spirits Collect These Impressions, Keep Them Together, Like Wisps Of Smoke In A Bag. Then, When We're Asleep, Our Brains Open Up These Bags Of Smoke ... And Take A Look.

In The Theater, When People Hear That You're Writing A Play, They Want To Know What It's All About, Whether There's A Role For Them. You Write It Fairly Quickly, And It Becomes A Group Activity Before You're Really Ready To Have Company.

I Grew Up At The Piano, And I Longed To Write Musicals.

Write About The Thing That Frightens You Most.

If I Had Not Had Music In My Life, I Would Be The Neurasthenic Vision Of The Playwright.