The Act Of Creation, As You Very

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.

When One Controls Form, One Doesn't Do It With A Stopwatch Or A Graph. One Does It By Sensing, Again Intuitively.

You Gotta Have Swine To Show You Where The Truffles Are.

I Think You Remember Everything ... You Just Can't Bring It To Mind All The Time.

Maybe It's A Little More Pertinent Now Since The Whole Concept Of Evolution Is Being Questioned By The Know-nothing Republican Right. Yes, Maybe The Play's A Little More Pertinent Now.