I Cannot Sleep For Dreaming; I Cannot

A Lot Of My Work Goes To The Center Of Where We Belong--if There Is Any Root To Life -because Nowadays The Family Is Broken Up, And People Don't Live In The Same Place For Very Long.

We Are What We Always Were In Salem, But Now The Little Crazy Children Are Jangling The Keys Of The Kingdom, And Common Vengeance Writes The Law!

I'm The End Of The Line; Absurd And Appalling As It May Seem, Serious New York Theater Has Died In My Lifetime.

God Really Does Take Our Work Seriously: It Is Wrong, It Is A Sin, To Accept Or Remain In A Position That You Know Is A Mismatch For You. Perhaps That's A Form Of Sin You've Never Considered - The Sin Of Staying In The Wrong Job. But God Did Not Place You On The Earth To Waste Away Your Years In Labor That Does Not Employ His Design Or Purpose For Your Life, No Matter How Much You May Be Getting Paid For It.

As A Writer, I've Always Believed That While My Work And I Myself Are Embedded In Whatever Period I Am Writing About, Clearly I Am Sensitive To The Winds That Are Blowing In The Culture. At The Same Time, I Have Always Felt That The Issue Was Not To Deal With The Problem In The Abstract, But To Deal With The People Who Are In That Problem. The Emphasis Is On The People. The General Problem Begins To Resolve Itself Even Before The Play Is Finished.