There's No Such Thing As

There's No Such Thing As A Perfect Play. Sometimes You Have To Protect The Life Of The Play.

You Can Read Ten Books And Finally Come Across One Detail, And It's Like, "now Everything Else Makes Sense. Now I Know Where I Am."

Oh God, I'd Just Hate It If A Certain Dramaturg Got A Hold Of A Pinter Play, For Example, Which Are All Mystery And All Music. That's How The Life Get's Sucked Out Of Plays.

The Great Risk Is Always Saying, "how Will I Communicate What I'm Trying To Get Across To A Room Full Of Strangers Sitting In The Dark Watching A Stage?"

The Life Of A Dancer Is Tragically Short. What Is Remarkable About The New York City Ballet Is That It Makes Us Forget That. Because It Keeps The Ballet Alive.