In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is

Turn Things You've Always Wanted To Do, Into Things You've Done

Here I Am, An Old Man In A Dry Month, Being Read To By A Boy, Waiting For Rain.

Whatever You Do, Don't Whimper, But Take The Consequences.

Where Does One Go From A World Of Insanity? Somewhere On The Other Side Of Despair.

Playwriting Gets Into Your Blood And You Can't Stop It. At Least Not Until The Producers Or The Public Tell You To.