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When I'm Writing A New Play, There's A Period Where I Know I Shouldn't Be Out In Public Much. I Imagine Most People Who Create Go Through Something Like This. You Willfully Loosen Some Of The Inner Straps That Hold Your Core Together.

I Have Kind Of An Almost Religious Feeling About Poets. I Usually Refuse To Meet Them Because I Admire Them So Much. Except For Poe.

We All Romp About, Grieving, Wondering, But With Rare Exception We Mostly Remain Suspended In The Rhetorical Colloidal Forever That Agglutinates Between Might And Do.

I Work Best After The Deadline Has Passed, When I'm In A Panic.

We Won't Die Secret Deaths Anymore. The World Only Spins Forward. We Will Be Citizens. The Time Has Come. Bye Now. You Are Fabulous Creatures, Each And Every One. And I Bless You: More Life. The Great Work Begins.