The Power Of The Past To Still

How Much Of Your Life Can You Account For? My Life Is A Collage Of Unaccounted For Brush Strokes; I Am All Random”.

Like A Dog, A Playwright Lives In An Eternal Present And A Play Is Never Closed.

The Rich Live Hand-to-mouth Too-just On A Higher Level.

I Think That Every Year That The New York City Ballet Is Alive Is Worthy Of Celebration. Because Otherwise The Terrible Thing Is Just That We Take It For Granted.

Every Play Is So Important. It's A Record Of What Life Was Like At The Time You Wrote That Play Or That Book.