Chris: I Don't Know Why

In A Dream, We Are Simply Confronted With Various Loaded Symbols, And Where One Is Exhausted, It Gives Way To Another.

I Cannot Sleep For Dreaming; I Cannot Dream But I Wake And Walk About The House As Though I'd Find You Coming Through Some Door.

Look, We're All The Same; A Man Is A Fourteen-room House - In The Bedroom He's Asleep With His Intelligent Wife, In The Living-room He's Rolling Around With Some Bare Ass Girl, In The Library He's Paying His Taxes, In The Yard He's Raising Tomatoes And In The Cellar He's Making A Bomb To Blow It All Up.

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.

Well, All The Plays That I Was Trying To Write Were Plays That Would Grab An Audience By The Throat And Not Release Them, Rather Than Presenting An Emotion Which You Could Observe And Walk Away From.