We Must Have A Pie. Stress Cannot

Worry Is Interest Paid In Advance On A Debt That Never Comes Due.

If You're Neurotic And You Think, I'm Not Where I Deserve To Be Or My Mother Didn't Love Me, Or Blah, Blah, Blah, That Lie, That Neurotic Vision, Takes Over Your Life And You're Plagued By It 'til It's Cleansed. In A Play, At The End Of The Play, The Lie Is Revealed. [t]he Better The Play Is, The More Surprising And Inevitable The Lie Is, As Aristotle Told Us. Plays Are About Lies.

Our Job, As Writers Is To Do Our Jobs.

All Fears Are One Fear. Just The Fear Of Death. And We Accept It, Then We Are At Peace.

It Is The Writer’s Job To Make The Play Interesting. It Is The Actor’s Job To Make The Performance Truthful.