New York Is Not A City To

A Play For Me Never Really Takes On An Aspect Of Reality Until It Has Left The Dryair Of The Study And Begins To Sniff The Musty Breezes Of A Bare Stage.

The Only Credential The City Asked Was The Boldness To Dream. For Those Who Did, It Unlocked Its Gates And Its Treasures, Not Caring Who They Were Or Where They Came From.

The Self-hatred That Destroys Is The Waste Of Unfulfilled Promise.

Nobody Bores Any Man As Much As An Unhappy Female.

I Have Always Understood The Unbelieving Look In The Eyes Of Those Whom Success Touches Early - It Is A Look Half Fearful, As Though The Dream Were Still In The Process Of Being Dreamed And To Move Or To Speak Would Shatter It.