The Funny Thing About Having All This

It's One Of The Great Tragedies Of Our Contemporary Life In America, That Families Fall Apart. Almost Everybody Has That In Common.

I Don't Understand My Feelings. I Really Don't. I Don't Understand How I Could Hate You So Much After So Much Time. How, No Matter How Much I'd Like To Not Hate You, I Hate You Even More. It Grows.

You Can't Make A Living As A Playwright. You Can Barely Scrape By.

Words Are Tools Of Imagery In Motion.

I Feel Like I've Never Had A Home, You Know? I Feel Related To The Country, To This Country, And Yet I Don't Know Exactly Where I Fit In... There's Always This Kind Of Nostalgia For A Place, A Place Where You Can Reckon With Yourself.