Musical Beds Is The Faculty Sport Around

If A Man Writes A Brilliant Enough Play In Praise Of Something That Is Universally Loathed, The Play, If It Is Good And Well Enough Written, Should Not Be Knocked Down Because Of Its Approach To Its Subject.

The Greatest Problem With Irish Wolfhounds, Though, Is That They Don't Live Very Long: Their Great Hearts Give Out. A Good Deal Of This Is Genetic, Of Course, But I Think It Is In Part That They Worry So For Us, Care So Much.

When A Play Enters My Consciousness, Is Already A Fairly Well-developed Fetus. I Don't Put Down A Word Until The Play Seems Ready To Be Written.

There's Always The Danger That There Are So Damn Many Things That A Playwright Can Examine In This Society Of Ours - Things That Have Less To Do With His Artistic Work Than Have To Do With The Critical And Aesthetic Environment - That Perhaps He Does Have To Worry About Whether Or Not He Is Writing Too Fast. But Then Also, Perhaps He Should Worry About Getting As Many Plays On As Possible Before The Inevitable Ax Falls.

Being Different Is ... Interesting; There's Nothing Implicitly Inferior Or Superior About It. Great Difference, Of Course, Produces Natural Caution; And If The Differences Are Too Extreme ... Well, Then, Reality Tends To Fade Away.