You Want To Dance With Me, Angel

When You Write A Play, You Make A Set Of Assumptions -- That You Have Something To Say, That You Know How To Say It, That Its Worth Saying, And That Maybe Someone Will Come Along For The Ride.

Being Different Is ... Interesting; There's Nothing Implicitly Inferior Or Superior About It. Great Difference, Of Course, Produces Natural Caution; And If The Differences Are Too Extreme ... Well, Then, Reality Tends To Fade Away.

I Find Relatively Little Relationship Between The Work Of Art And The Immediate Critical Response It Gets.

I Have A Fine Sense Of The Ridiculous, But No Sense Of Humor.

You Want To Dance With Me, Angel Tits?