I Was Watching Him Crawl,

That's The Trouble With Awards For A Body Of Work. They Always Come At Both A Good Time And A Wrong Time. Good Because They Tell You What You've Been Doing Was Worth The Doing And Wrong Because They Ought To Come When You're Young And Excited And Hungry For Assurance That What You're Doing Is Worth The Doing.

Can't We Just Pursue Our Lives With Our Children And Our Wives Till That Happy Day Arrives How Do You Ignore All The Witches All The Curses All The Wolves, All The Lies The False Hopes, The Goodbyes . . .

Sometimes I'll Ask The Book Writer To Write A Monologue, Not To Be Performed, Just As If They Were Notes For The Character.

I Do Not Dwell On Dreams I Know How Soon A Dream Becomes An Expectation How Can I Have Expectations? Look At Me, No, Captain, Look At Me, Look At Me!

All The Best Performers Bring To Their Role Something More, Something Different Than What The Author Put On Paper. That's What Makes Theatre Live. That's Why It Persists.