Like A Dog, A Playwright Lives In

We Live In A World Where Amnesia Is The Most Wished-for State. When Did History Become A Bad Word?

I Wanted To Be A Bride Of Christ But I Guess Now I'm A Young Divorcee.

The Great Risk Is Always Saying, "how Will I Communicate What I'm Trying To Get Across To A Room Full Of Strangers Sitting In The Dark Watching A Stage?"

We're All Where We Come From. We All Have Our Roots.

I Am The Same Artist With The Same Nagging Questions I Had In My Early 20's. What's Real And What Isn't? How Do We Tell What's Real In Our Lives? How Do We See Things As They Are? What Is My Role In Life? If The Signature Hadn't Forced The Issue By Devoting Its Season To My Plays, I Could At Least Believe I Had Changed. Really, They're All The Same! What Is Six Degrees Of Separation But The House Of Blue Leaves With Money?