I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

I Use The Words You Taught Me. If They Don't Mean Anything Any More, Teach Me Others. Or Let Me Be Silent.

No, I Regret Nothing, All I Regret Is Having Been Born, Dying Is Such A Long Tiresome Business I Always Found.

Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.