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What's So Good About A Heaven Where, One Of These Days, You're Going To Get Your Embarrassing Old Body Back?

Mama, I Know You Used To Ride The Bus. Riding The Bus, And It’s Hot And Bumpy And Crowded And Too Noisy, And More Than Anything Else In The World, You Wanna Get Off. And The Only Reason In The World You Don’t Get Off Is It’s Still Fifty Blocks From Where You’re Going. Well, I Can Get Off Right Now If I Want To. Because Even If I Ride Fifty More Years And Get Off Then, It’s Still The Same Place When I Step Down To It. Whenever I Feel Like It, I Can Get Off. Whenever I’ve Had Enough, It’s My Stop. I’ve Had Enough.

Knowing Is The Most Profound Kind Of Love, Giving Someone The Gift Of Knowledge About Yourself.

After I Won The Pulitzer, There Was This Sense Of, 'ok, That's Enough For You. Now Go Away.' What I Wanted Was To Keep Writing, Keep Working. But No One Would Produce Anything Of Mine They Didn't Think Would Be As Big As ''night, Mother.'

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.