Sunday, The Day For The Language Of

The First Thing A Proprietor Learns, And Painfully At That, Is: Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

Only He Who Loves And Is Loved For His Own Sake Can Be Happy, And What Produces That Happiness Is Not So Much The Sense Of Sexual Communion As Of Two People Being Together ... The Sexual Act Viewed As A Whole Probably Affords Less Happiness Than A Totally Ordinary Kiss Or Often Indeed One Simple Word From The One You Love.

Vice Is Basically The Love Of Failure.

Strictly Speaking, There Are No Holidays For Art; Art Pursues You Everywhere, And That's Just Fine With The Artist.

My Plays Are Made Up Of Long Monologues, Which Is Similar To Prose Working With The Language