The Room I Wrote In 1957, And

I Believe The Us Is A Truly Monstrous Force In The World, Now Off The Leash For Obvious Reasons.

There Never Is Any Such Thing As One Truth To Be Found In Dramatic Art. There Are Many. These Truths Challenge Each Other, Recoil From Each Other, Reflect Each Other, Ignore Each Other, Tease Each Other, Are Blind To Each Other. Sometimes You Feel You Have The Truth Of A Moment In Your Hand, Then It Slips Through Your Fingers And Is Lost.

I Thought The Plays Would Speak For Themselves. But They Didn't.

Be Careful How You Talk About God. He's The Only God We Have. If You Let Him Go He Won't Come Back. He Won't Even Look Back Over His Shoulder. And Then What Will You Do?

The Speech We Hear Is An Indication Of That Which We Don't Hear. It Is A Necessary Avoidance, A Violent, Sly, And Anguished Or Mocking Smoke Screen Which Keeps The Other In Its True Place. When True Silence Falls We Are Left With Echo But Are Nearer Nakedness. One Way Of Looking At Speech Is To Say That It Is A Constant Stratagem To Cover Nakedness.