Childhood Is A Short Season.

In The Last Stages Of A Final Illness, We Need Only The Absence Of Pain And The Presence Of Family.

The Theatre Demanded Of Its Members Stamina, Good Digestion, The Ability To Adjust, And A Strong Sense Of Humor. There Was No Discomfort An Actor Didn't Learn To Endure. To Survive, We Had To Be Horses And We Were.

The Good Die Young But Not Always. The Wicked Prevail But Not Consistently. I Am Confused By Life, And I Feel Safe Within The Confines Of The Theatre.

We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting That We Are Extraordinary To Somebody Too.

All My Dogs Have Been Scamps And Thieves And Troublemakers And I've Adored Them All.