Jesus Was A Suicide, If You Ask

There Is No Point In Trying To Remember Your Dreams ... There Is Only The Unspeakable Joy Of Eavesdropping On Your Spirit, Catching Tiny Glimpses Of Its Independent Life, Resting For A Moment In Its Wisdom, Puzzling, Laughing Sometimes, Over What It's Up To, What It Makes Of You.

I Grew Up At The Piano, And I Longed To Write Musicals.

After I Won The Pulitzer, There Was This Sense Of, 'ok, That's Enough For You. Now Go Away.' What I Wanted Was To Keep Writing, Keep Working. But No One Would Produce Anything Of Mine They Didn't Think Would Be As Big As ''night, Mother.'

On The Whole The American Theater, Dominated By Men, Does Not Perceive Women Fighting For Their Lives As A Central Issue.

Music Expresses Longing And Love And Joy Better Than Any Piece Of Dialogue You Can Ever Write.