We All Die In The End, But

Every Scene Should Be Able To Answer Three Questions: "who Wants What From Whom? What Happens If They Don't Get It? Why Now?"

If You're Neurotic And You Think, I'm Not Where I Deserve To Be Or My Mother Didn't Love Me, Or Blah, Blah, Blah, That Lie, That Neurotic Vision, Takes Over Your Life And You're Plagued By It 'til It's Cleansed. In A Play, At The End Of The Play, The Lie Is Revealed. [t]he Better The Play Is, The More Surprising And Inevitable The Lie Is, As Aristotle Told Us. Plays Are About Lies.

The Israelis Would Like To Live In Peace Within Their Borders; The Arabs Would Like To Kill Them All.

People Only Speak To Get Something.

For It Is Written That Just As It Is Forbidden To Partake Of The Forbidden, It Is Forbidden Not To Partake Of The Permitted.