A Small Man Can Be

Life Is An Endless, Truly Endless Struggle. There's No Time When We're Going To Arrive At A Plateau Where The Whole Thing Gets Sorted. It's A Struggle In The Way Every Plant Has To Find It's Own Way To Stand Up Straight. A Lot Of The Time It's A Failure. And Yet It's Not A Failure If Some Enlightenment Comes From It.

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.

I Speak My Own Sins; I Cannot Judge Another. I Have No Tongue For It.

He Wants To Live On Through Something - And In His Case, His Masterpiece Is His Son. All Of Us Want That, And It Gets More Poignant As We Get More Anonymous In This World.

...an Everlasting Funeral Marches Round Your Heart.