You Want To Dance With Me, Angel

There Are Only Two Things To Write About: Life And Death.

You Find Very Few Critics Who Approach Their Job With A Combination Of Information And Enthusiasm And Humility That Makes For A Good Critic. But There Is Nothing Wrong With Critics As Long As People Don't Pay Any Attention To Them. I Mean, Nobody Wants To Put Them Out Of A Job And A Good Critic Is Not Necessarily A Dead Critic. It's Just That People Take What A Critic Says As A Fact Rather Than An Opinion, And You Have To Know Whether The Opinion Of The Critic Is Informed Or Uninformed, Intelligent Of Stupid -- But Most People Don't Take The Trouble.

I Think It Is The Responsibility Of Critics To Rely Less Strenuously On, To Use A Hollywood Phrase, "what They Can Live With," And More On An Examination Of The Works Of Art From An Aesthetic And Clinical Point Of View.

I Know Playwrights Who Like To Kid Themselves Into Saying That Their Characters Are So Well Formed That They Just Take Over. They Determine The Structure Of The Play. By Which Is Meant, I Suspect, Only That The Unconscious Mind Has Done Its Work So Thoroughly That The Play Just Has To Be Filtered Through The Conscious Mind. But There's Work To Be Done - And Discovery To Be Made.

The Act Of Writing Is An Act Of Optimism. You Would Not Take The Trouble To Do It If You Felt That It Didn't Matter.