It’s Only When You’ve Lost Someone That

I Dreamed I Spoke In Another's Language, I Dreamed I Lived In Another's Skin, I Dreamed I Was My Own Beloved, I Dreamed I Was A Tiger's Kin. I Dreamed That Eden Lived Inside Me, And When I Breathed A Garden Came, I Dreamed I Knew All Of Creation, I Dreamed I Knew The Creator's Name. I Dreamed--and This Dream Was The Finest-- That All I Dreamed Was Real And True, And We Would Live In Joy Forever, You In Me, And Me In You.

Perhaps A Wiser Eye Than Hers Would Be Able To Read Tomorrow In Tonight's Stars, But Where Was The Fun In That? It Was Better Not To Know. Better To Be Alive In The Here And The Now--in This Bright, Laughing Moment--and Let The Hours To Come Take Care Of Themselves.

Everybody Is A Book Of Blood; Wherever We're Opened, We're Red.

As For Theatre, There's Ups And Downs To Everything. Theatre Is Ephemeral. But That Is Part Of Its Charm Because You Can Always Say The Production Was Better Than It Was.

Writing About The Unholy Is One Way Of Writing About What Is Sacred.