Truth Made You A Traitor As It

Writers Talk Too Much.

It's A Sad Day When You Find Out That It's Not Accident Or Time Or Fortune, But Just Yourself That Kept Things From You.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

Failure In The Theater Is More Dramatic And Uglier Than Any Other Form Of Writing. It Costs So Much, You Feel So Guilty.

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You. And Nobody Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It. Wanting Some Other Way To Live Is Proof Enough Of Deserving It. Having It Is Hard Work, But Not Having It Is Sheer Hell.