Nothing's Lost Forever.

Love Is The World's Infinite Mutability; Lies, Hatred, Murder Even, Are All Knit Up In It; It Is The Inevitable Blossoming Of Its Opposites, A Magnificent Rose Smelling Faintly Of Blood.

Plays Can Outlast Even The Opinions Of The Chief Film Critic Of The New York Times And That Reviews, Although They Feel Devastating In The Immediate Moment, Are Not Remotely As Significant As The Significance You Endow Them With On The Day That They Appear.

It's The Fear Of What Comes After The Doing That Makes The Doing Hard To Do.

Here's The Thing About Politics: It's Not An Expression Of Your Moral Purity And Your Ethics And Your Probity And Your Fond Dreams Of Some Utopian Future. Progressive People Constantly Fail To Get This.

There's A Way In Which 'the Illusion' Is A Play About The Theater.