Proctor, His Mind Wild, Breathless:

Peace. It Is A Providence, And No Great Change; We Are Only What We Always Were, But Naked Now.

In His Play Depicting The Salem Witch Trials, The Author Illustrates Profound Psychological Bullying. The Ringleader Of Young Girls Suspected Of Unsavory Conduct, Frightens Her Friends Into Silence By Warning: Now, Look You; All Of You. We Danced. And Tituba Conjured Ruth Putnam's Dead Sisters, And That Was All. ... Let Either Of You Breathe A Word, Or The Edge Of A Word, About The Other Things, And I Will Come To You In The Black Of Some Terrible Night, And I Will Bring A Pointy Reckoning That Will Shudder You.

The Jungle Is Dark But Full Of Diamonds, Willy.

Data Is A Lot Like Humans: It Is Born. Matures. Gets Married To Other Data, Divorced. Gets Old. One Thing That It Doesn't Do Is Die. It Has To Be Killed.

My Plays Are Always Involved With Society, But I'm Writing About People, Too, And It's Clear Over The Years That Audiences Understand Them And Care About Them. The Political Landscape Changes, The Issues Change, But The People Are Still There. People Don't Really Change That Much.