There's A Way In Which 'the Illusion'

Love Is The World's Infinite Mutability; Lies, Hatred, Murder Even, Are All Knit Up In It; It Is The Inevitable Blossoming Of Its Opposites, A Magnificent Rose Smelling Faintly Of Blood.

There's A Kind Of A Fundamental Irresponsibility In Playwriting, And The Strength Of Playwriting Comes From That Irresponsibility.

You Don't Go To The Movies To Do Historical Research, Unless It's Historical Research About The Movies.

We Can't Just Stop. We're Not Rocks-progress, Migration, Motion Is... Modernity. It's Animate, It's What Living Things Do. We Desire. Even If All We Desire Is Stillness, It's Still Desire For.

Theater Really Gets Damaged When There Is A Paucity Of Good Criticism Around.