Sometimes You Have To Protect The Life

New Orleans Was A Thrilling Place Of All Kinds Of Races, It Was A Dangerous Place. It Was Really And Truly The Only International City On The Continent Of North America. There Were All Different Races And Everything Was Celebrated, And It Was A Place Of Difference, And Everybody Was Different And It Was So Odd, The Minute That America Took Over, The Minute That The Louisiana Territory Became Part Of The United States Of America, Instantly You Were Either Black Or White. There Was No Nuance. And So A Free Man Of Color Who Could Own Property Was Suddenly Not Allowed To.

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.

I Only Do Business With The People I Do Business With. The People I Do Business With Find Out I Do Business With The People I Don't Do Business With.... I Can't Do Business With You.

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.

I Think That Some Of These Plays Are Lost In This New Horror Called Development, Which Is A Place For Dramaturgs To Say "let Me Tell You What Your Play Means," And The Life Gets Sucked Out Of A Play.