The Self-hatred That Destroys Is The Waste

Far More Quickly Than Reason And Logic, Irony Can Penetrate Rage And Puncture Self-pity.

How Many Of Us Would Be Willing To Settle When We're Young For What We Eventually Get? All Those Plans We Make...what Happens To Them? It's Only A Handful Of The Lucky Ones That Can Look Back And Say That They Even Came Close.

The Theatre Breeds Its Own Kind Of Cruelty, And Its Sadism Takes On A Keener Edge Since It Can Be Enjoyed Under The Innocent Guise Of Critical Judgment.

There Is Nothing That One Can Say About Acting, Writing, Producing Or Directing That Cannot Be Revoked In The Next Breath. Nothing Is Immutable. The Logic Of One Year Is A Folly Of The Next.

Playwriting, Like Begging In India, Is An Honorable But Humbling Profession.