I Wanted To Be A Bride Of

New Orleans Was A Thrilling Place Of All Kinds Of Races, It Was A Dangerous Place. It Was Really And Truly The Only International City On The Continent Of North America. There Were All Different Races And Everything Was Celebrated, And It Was A Place Of Difference, And Everybody Was Different And It Was So Odd, The Minute That America Took Over, The Minute That The Louisiana Territory Became Part Of The United States Of America, Instantly You Were Either Black Or White. There Was No Nuance. And So A Free Man Of Color Who Could Own Property Was Suddenly Not Allowed To.

Feydeau's One Rule Of Playwriting: Character A: My Life Is Perfect As Long As I Don't See Character B. Knock Knock. Enter Character B.

We Live In A World Where Amnesia Is The Most Wished-for State. When Did History Become A Bad Word?

All The New York City Ballet Does Is Hit Beautiful Home Runs.

And It Is Always Easter Sunday At The New York City Ballet. It Is Always Coming Back To Life. Not Even Coming Back To Life - It Lives In The Constant Present.