Stardom Can Be A Gilded Slavery.

The Theatre Demanded Of Its Members Stamina, Good Digestion, The Ability To Adjust, And A Strong Sense Of Humor. There Was No Discomfort An Actor Didn't Learn To Endure. To Survive, We Had To Be Horses And We Were.

Actors Work And Slave And It Is The Color Of Your Hair That Can Determine Your Fate In The End.

People Who Refuse To Rest Honorably On Their Laurels When They Reach Retirement Age Seem Very Admirable To Me.

The Good Die Young But Not Always. The Wicked Prevail But Not Consistently. I Am Confused By Life, And I Feel Safe Within The Confines Of The Theatre.

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.