It’s Not A Lie. It’s A Gift

Train Yourself For A Profession That Does Not Exist.

There's Nothing In The World More Silent Than The Telephone The Morning After Everybody Pans Your Play. It Won't Ring From Room Service; Your Mother Won't Be Calling You. If The Phone Has Not Rung By 8 In The Morning, You're Dead.

In Playwriting, You've Got To Be Able To Write Dialogue. And If You Write Enough Of It And Let It Flow Enough, You'll Probably Come Across Something That Will Give You A Key As To Structure. I Think The Process Of Writing A Play Is Working Back And Forth Between The Moment And The Whole. The Moment And The Whole, The Fluidity Of The Dialogue And The Necessity Of A Strict Construction. Letting One Predominate For A While And Coming Back And Fixing It So That Eventually What You Do, Like A Pastry Chef, Is Frost Your Mistakes, If You Can.

It’s Not A Lie. It’s A Gift For Fiction.

Culture Exists And Evolves To Relegate To Habit Categories Of Interactions The Constant Conscious Reference To Which Would Make Human Interaction Impossible.