Words Are Tools Of Imagery

When You See The Way Things Deteriorate Before Your Very Eyes. Everything Running Down Hill. It's Kind Of Silly To Even Think About Youth.

When I First Started, I Didn't Really Know How To Structure A Play. I Could Write Dialogue, But I Just Sort Of Failed Beyond That, And Kind Of Went Wherever I Wanted To Go.

In Real Life We Don't Know What's Going To Happen Next. So How Can You Be That Way On A Stage? Being Alive To The Possibility Of Not Knowing Exactly How Everything Is Going To Happen Next - If You Can Find Places To Have That Happen Onstage, It Can Resonate With An Experience Of Living.

I Had A Definite Sense Of Somehow Being A Passenger In An Evil Vehicle Crusing Through Paradise.

The California I Knew, Old Rancho California, Is Gone. It Just Doesn't Exist, Except Maybe In Little Pockets. I Lived On The Edge Of The Mojave Desert, An Area That Used To Be Farm Country. There Were All These Fresh-produce Stands With Avocados And Date Palms. You Could Get A Dozen Artichokes For A Buck Or Something. Totally Wiped Out Now.