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Characters On Stage Should Be Flat, Like Clothes In A Fashion Show: What You Get Should Be No More Than What You See. Psychological Realism Is Repulsive, Because It Allows Us To Escape Unpalatable Reality By Taking Shelter In The “luxuriousness” Of Personality, Losing Ourselves In The Depth Of Individual Character. The Writer's Task Is To Block This Manoeuvre, To Chase Us Off To A Point From Which We Can View The Horror With A Dispassionate Eye.

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

Every Day, A Piece Of Music, A Short Story, Or A Poem Dies Because Its Existence Is No Longer Justified In Our Time. And Things That Were Once Considered Immortal Have Become Mortal Again, No One Knows Them Anymore. Even Though They Deserve To Survive.

The First Thing A Proprietor Learns, And Painfully At That, Is: Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

Women Age Early, And Their Mistake Is Not Knowing Where To Hide All The Time That Lies Behind Them So That No One Sees It. What Are They To Do, Devour It Like The Umbilical Cords Of Their Children? Hell And Damnation!