When You Fight Something Long Enough, It

During The Day, Our Souls Gather Their ... Impressions Of Us, How Our Lives Feel. ... Our Spirits Collect These Impressions, Keep Them Together, Like Wisps Of Smoke In A Bag. Then, When We're Asleep, Our Brains Open Up These Bags Of Smoke ... And Take A Look.

Jesus Was A Suicide, If You Ask Me.

On The Whole The American Theater, Dominated By Men, Does Not Perceive Women Fighting For Their Lives As A Central Issue.

Art Is How A Culture Records Its Life, How It Poses Questions For The Next Generation And How It Will Be Remembered.

If Someone Wants To Say 'i Love You' In A Straight Play, They Say It, And Then It's The Other Person's Turn To Talk. But In A Song, You Can Sing About It For Another Three Minutes. The Musical Form Has That Unique Opportunity To Express At Length What Joy Really Feels Like.