How Can One Better Magnify The Almighty

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Habit Is A Great Deadener.