If You Lose All Hope, You Can

I'm Not One Of Those People Who As A Writer Lets My Characters Tell Me What They Want To Do Or Call To Me Or Seek Me. I Go Seeking For Things, Using Them As An Agent, Really.

Something Will Be There When The Flood Recedes. We Know That. It Will Be Those People Now Standing In The Water, And On Those Rooftops - Many Black, Many Poor. Homeless. Overlooked. And It Will Be New Orleans - Though Its Memory May Be Shortened, Its Self-gaze And Eccentricity Scoured Out So That What's Left Is A City More Like Other Cities, Less Insular, Less Self-regarding, But Possibly More Self-knowing After Today. A City On Firmer Ground.

I'm An Equal Opportunity Reader - Although I Don't Much Read Plays. And Since I Was Raised A Presbyterian, Pretty Much All Pleasures Are Guilty.

If Loneliness Is The Disease, The Story Is The Cure.

At Heart, Of Course, A Story Itself Is Consolation's Instrument.