People Rewrite The Play So Much To

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?

James Joyce Wrote The Definitive Work About Dublin While He Was Living In Switzerland. We're All Where We Come From. We All Have Our Roots.

You Don't Push The Button That Says "now I Will Write Something That Resonates In Time." You Don't Know. It's What Happens After A Play Is Finished.

What We're Dealt With Hopefully Is Two Arms, Two Eyes, Two Legs, A Head, A Heart. The Variations, The Extensions, The Possibilities Of The Human Body, What That Can Do

I Mean New York City Is The Financial Capital Of The World. It's Where All The Money Passes Through, The Dow Jones, Whatever, That's Where All The Money Goes.