The Need Of Man To Wholly Realize

Everything We Are Is At Every Moment Alive In Us.

Certainly The Most Diverse, If Minor, Pastime Of Literary Life Is The Game Of Find The Author.

Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell, God Thought Him Beautiful In Heaven.

Well, All The Plays That I Was Trying To Write Were Plays That Would Grab An Audience By The Throat And Not Release Them, Rather Than Presenting An Emotion Which You Could Observe And Walk Away From.

The Price Grew Out Of A Need To Reconfirm The Power Of The Past, The Seedbed Of Current Reality, And The Way To Possibly Reaffirm Cause And Effect In An Insane World.