Charley: He Won't Starve. None

A Playwright... Is... The Litmus Paper Of The Arts. He's Got To Be, Because If He Isn't Working On The Same Wave Length As The Audience, No One Would Know What In Hell He Was Talking About.

Don't Be Seduced Into Thinking That That Which Does Not Make A Profit Is Without Value.

The Camera Has Its Own Kind Of Consciousness; In The Lens The Garden Of Eden Itself Would Become Ever So Slightly Too Perfect.

Great Stones They Lay Upon His Chest Until He Plead Aye Or Nay. They Say He Give Them But Two Words. "more Weight," He Says. And Died.

A Playwright Lives In An Occupied Country. And If You Can't Live That Way You Don't Stay.