In The Last Stages Of A Final

When Books Are Opened, We Discover That We Have Wings

Stardom Can Be A Gilded Slavery.

There Is No Racial Or Religious Prejudice Among People In The Theater. The Only Prejudice Is Against Bad Actors, Especially Successful Ones.

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.

The Good Die Young But Not Always. The Wicked Prevail But Not Consistently. I Am Confused By Life, And I Feel Safe Within The Confines Of The Theatre.