Why We Are Here Is An Impenetrable

Very Few People Who Met My Adoptive Mother In The Last 20 Years Of Her Life Could Abide Her, While Many People Who Have Seen My Play Find Her Fascinating. Heavens, What Have I Done?!

The Health Of A Nation, A Society, Can Be Determined By The Art It Demands. We Have Insisted Of Television And Our Movies That They Not Have Anything To Do With Anything, That They Be Our Never-never Land; And If We Demand This Same Function Of Our Live Theatre, What Will Be Left Of The Visual-auditory Arts - Save The Dance (in Which Nobody Talks) And Music (to Which Nobody Listens)?

To A Certain Extent I Imagine A Play Is Completely Finished In My Mind - In My Case, At Any Rate - Without My Knowing It, Before I Sit Down To Write.

The Ultimate Judgment Of A Work Of Art, Whether It Be A Masterpiece Or A Lesser Event, Must Be Solely In Terms Of Its Artistic Success And Not On Freudian Guesswork.

That's The Happiest Moment. When It's All Done. When We Stop. When We Can Stop.