I'm Tired Of All This Nonsense About

An Actor Can Remember His Briefest Notice Well Into Senescence And Long After He Has Forgotten His Phone Number And Where He Lives.

Being On A Ship Is Something Like Being Pregnant. You Can Sit There And Do Absolutely Nothing But Stare At The Water And Have The Nicest Sense That You Are Accomplishing Something.

While In Some Quarters It Is Felt That The Critic Is Just A Necessary Evil, Most Serious-minded, Decent, Talented Theater People Agree That The Critic Is An Unnecessary Evil.

To Me Having A Party Is Something Like Having A Baby. The Fact That You Got Through The Last One Alive Is Not Somehow Sufficiently Reassuring Now.

Confronted By An Absolutely Infuriating Review, It Is Sometimes Helpful For The Victim To Do A Little Personal Research On The Critic. Is There Any Truth To The Rumor That He Had No Formal Education Beyond The Age Of Eleven? In Any Event, Is He Able To Construct A Simple English Sentence? Do His Participles Dangle? When Moved To Lyricism, Does He Write "i Had A Fun Time"? Was He Ever Arrested For Burglary? I Don't Know That You Will Prove Anything This Way, But It Is Perfectly Harmless And Quite Soothing.