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I Believe That With Enough Practice And Good Faith, You Can Learn To Recognize When The Work Is Achieved.

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

The Characters That I Create Are Parts Of Myself And I Send Them On Little Missions To Find Out What I Don’t Know Yet.

Actors Between Plays Are Like Ghosts Looking For Bodies To Inhabit.

I Believe That Dreams Transport Us Through The Underside Of Our Days, And That If We Wish To Become Acquainted With The Dark Side Of What We Are, The Signposts Are There, Waiting For Us To Translate Them.