I Believe In My Mask--

When You See The Way Things Deteriorate Before Your Very Eyes. Everything Running Down Hill. It's Kind Of Silly To Even Think About Youth.

Words Are Tools Of Imagery In Motion.

My Dad Had A Lot Of Bad Luck. You Could See His Suffering, His Terrible Suffering, Living A Life That Was Disappointing And Looking For Another One.

For Me, Playwriting Is And Has Always Been Like Making A Chair. Your Concerns Are Balance, Form, Timing, Lights, Space, Music. If You Don't Have These Essentials, You Might As Well Be Writing A Theoretical Essay, Not A Play.

When You Hit A Wall – Of Your Own Imagined Limitations – Just Kick It In.