There's No Such Thing As A Perfect

I Think That Some Of These Plays Are Lost In This New Horror Called Development, Which Is A Place For Dramaturgs To Say "let Me Tell You What Your Play Means," And The Life Gets Sucked Out Of A Play.

I Read Somewhere That Everybody On This Planet Is Separated By Only Six Other People. Six Degrees Of Separation Between Us And Everyone Else On This Planet. The President Of The United States, A Gondolier In Venice, Just Fill In The Names. I Find It Extremely Comforting That We're So Close. I Also Find It Like Chinese Water Torture, That We're So Close Because You Have To Find The Right Six People To Make The Right Connection... I Am Bound, You Are Bound, To Everyone On This Planet By A Trail Of Six People.

I Think That Every Year That The New York City Ballet Is Alive Is Worthy Of Celebration. Because Otherwise The Terrible Thing Is Just That We Take It For Granted.

The Atlantic Ocean Was Something Then.

New Orleans Was A Thrilling Place Of All Kinds Of Races, It Was A Dangerous Place. It Was Really And Truly The Only International City On The Continent Of North America. There Were All Different Races And Everything Was Celebrated, And It Was A Place Of Difference, And Everybody Was Different And It Was So Odd, The Minute That America Took Over, The Minute That The Louisiana Territory Became Part Of The United States Of America, Instantly You Were Either Black Or White. There Was No Nuance. And So A Free Man Of Color Who Could Own Property Was Suddenly Not Allowed To.