When The Guns Roar, The Arts Die.

My Plays Are Always Involved With Society, But I'm Writing About People, Too, And It's Clear Over The Years That Audiences Understand Them And Care About Them. The Political Landscape Changes, The Issues Change, But The People Are Still There. People Don't Really Change That Much.

The Brain Heals The Past Like An Injury.

The Word "now" Is Like A Bomb Through The Window, And It Ticks.

There Is A Problem On The So-called Commercial Stage In New York. The Price Of A Ticket Is Exorbitant, And There Are No Longer Original Productions Possible, Apparently, On The Commercial Stage. They Are All Plays That Were Taken From Either England Or Smaller Theaters, Off-broadway Theaters, And So On. The One Justification There Used To Be For The Commercial Theater Was That It Originated Everything We Had, And Now It Originates Nothing. But The Powers That Be Seem Perfectly Content To Have It That Way. They Don't Risk Anything Anymore, And They Simply Pick Off The Cream.

What Is The Most Innocent Place In Any Country? Is It Not The Insane Asylum? These People Drift Through Life Truly Innocent, Unable To See Into Themselves At All.