The Job Of The Artist,

War Is Tragedy. The Great War Stories Are Tragedies. It's The Failure Of Diplomacy. 'war And Peace,' 'a Farewell To Arms,' 'for Whom The Bell Tolls.' Those Are Some Of The Greatest Tragedies.

My Idea Of Perfect Happiness Is A Healthy Family, Peace Between Nations, And All The Critics Die.

We're All Put To The Test... But It Never Comes In The Form Or At The Point We Would Prefer, Does It?

The Terror And Beauty Of The Dream Come From The Connection Of Previously Unrelated Mundanities Of Life.

If You're Neurotic And You Think, I'm Not Where I Deserve To Be Or My Mother Didn't Love Me, Or Blah, Blah, Blah, That Lie, That Neurotic Vision, Takes Over Your Life And You're Plagued By It 'til It's Cleansed. In A Play, At The End Of The Play, The Lie Is Revealed. [t]he Better The Play Is, The More Surprising And Inevitable The Lie Is, As Aristotle Told Us. Plays Are About Lies.