There's A Kind Of A Fundamental Irresponsibility

A Play Is Never Finished. You'll Find Out How Much I Mean That When You Read My Last Will And Testament.

The Dreams Of The Left Are Always Beautiful - The Imagining Of A Better World, The Damnation Of The Present One. This Faith, This Luminescent Anger - These Are Worthy Of Being Called Human. These Are The Beautiful That An Age Produces.

The Smallest Indivisible Human Unit Is Two People, Not One; One Is A Fiction. From Such Nets Of Souls Societies, The Social World, Human Life Springs.

What Makes The Voice Pathetic Is That It Doesn't Know What Kind Of People It's Reaching. Us. No One Hears It, Except Us. This Age Wanted Heroes. It Got Us Instead: Carefully Constructed, But Immobile. Subtle But, Unfit To Take Up The Burden Of The Times. It Happens. A Whole Generation Of Washouts. History Says Stand Up, And We Totter And Collapse, Weeping, Moved, But Not Sufficient.

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.