The Body Is The Garden Of The

I Just Wondered What A Thing It Would Be...if Overnight Everything You Owe Anything To, Justice, Or Love, Had Really Gone Away. Free. It Would Be...heartless Terror. Yes. Terrible, And... Very Great. To Shed Your Skin, Every Old Skin, One By One And Then Walk Away, Unemcumbered, Into The Morning.

God Knows I've Had Productions Where There Were Actors In My Plays Who Were Making More Money Per Week Than I Was.

Here's Another Piece Of Advice, Only Date People Who Have Read A Different Set Of Books Than You Have Read, It Will Save You Lots Of Time In The Library.

Broadway Remains The Closest Thing We Have To A National Theatre, The Place Where The Greatest Number Of People Can Potentially See New Work. For An American Playwright To Say It Doesn't Matter Is Simply To Capitulate To The Current Situation.

I Try To Tighten My Heart Into A Knot, A Snarl, I Try To Learn To Live Dead, Just Numb, But Then I See Someone I Want, And It's Like A Nail, Like A Hot Spike Right Through My Chest, And I Know I'm Losing.