God Is The Shortest Distance From Zero

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.

The Virtue Of Dress Rehearsals Is That They Are A Free Show For A Select Group Of Artists And Friends Of The Author, And Where For One Unique Evening The Audience Is Almost Expurgated Of Idiots.

Duration Is The Transformation Of A Succession Into A Reversion. In Other Words: The Becoming Of A Memory.

The Theater, Bringing Impersonal Masks To Life, Is Only For Those Who Are Virile Enough To Create New Life: Either As A Conflict Of Passions Subtler Than Those We Already Know, Or As A Complete New Character.

Anti-alcoholics Are Unfortunates In The Grip Of Water, That Terrible Poison, So Corrosive That Out Of All Substances It Has Been Chosen For Washing And Scouring, And A Drop Of Water Added To A Clear Liquid Like Absinthe, Muddles It.