The Fear Of A Work Becoming Dated

We Can't Just Stop. We're Not Rocks-progress, Migration, Motion Is... Modernity. It's Animate, It's What Living Things Do. We Desire. Even If All We Desire Is Stillness, It's Still Desire For.

The Way You Give Love Is The Most Profoundly Human Part Of You. When People Say It's Ugly Or A Perversion Or An Abomination, They're Attacking The Center Of Your Being.

You Become A Character In A Meta-drama Into Which Your Own Dramatizing Has Pitched You. The Rewards Can Be Fantastic, The Punishments Dismal; It's A Zero Sum Game, And Its Guarantor Of Value, Its Marker Is That You Pretend You Play It Solo, Preserving The Myth That You Alone Are The Wellspring Of Your Creativity.

The Computer, The Noise Of The Computer Feels Like Impatience. It's Sort Of The Sound Of Impatience To Me.

But I Think What Made Me Go Into Theater Was Seeing My Mother Onstage. The First Thing She Did Was Mrs. Frank In 'the Diary Of Anne Frank.' The Second Thing She Did Was A Play About Freud Called 'the Far Country.' She Played A Paralyzed Woman In Vienna Who Goes To See Freud.