You'll Find, My Friend, That What You

Respect The Delicate Ecology Of Your Delusions.

In This World, There Is A Kind Of Painful Progress. Longing For What We've Left Behind, And Dreaming Ahead.

I Think That Everybody Who Writes Believes That Their Work Has Some Kind Of Use-value, For Someone, That There's Some Need For It, Some Person Or Group Of People Out There Has Demanded That These Words Come Into Being. I Think That You Do The Work For These People. You Hope That You Can Make A Living At It. Whatever Your Ambitions And Needs Are In That Regard, Your Only Real Requirement Is To Try And Dig As Deeply As You Can Dig To Make Sense Of The Meaning Of Human Existence.

I'm Happy That I Feel A Little Less Out Of Place In Filmmaking Than I Once Was - But It's Almost Impossible For A Playwright In The U.s. To Make A Living. You Can Have A Play, Like I Did With 'angels,' And It Still Generates Income For Me, But It's Not Enough For Me To Live On And Have Health Insurance.

God Knows I've Had Productions Where There Were Actors In My Plays Who Were Making More Money Per Week Than I Was.