I Have A Fine Sense Of The

I Have Been Both Overpraised And Underpraised. I Assume By The Time I Finish Writing -- And I Plan To Go On Writing Until I'm 90 Or Gaga -- It Will All Equal Itself Out.

George, Who Is Out Somewhere There In The Dark, Who Is Good To Me - Whom I Revile, Who Can Keep Learning The Games We Play As Quickly As I Can Change Them. Who Can Make Me Happy And I Do Not Wish To Be Happy. And Yes, I Do Wish To Be Happy. George And Martha: Sad, Sad, Sad. Whom I Will Not Forgive For Having Come To Rest; For Having Seen Me And Having Said: “yes, This Will Do”. Who Has Made The Hideous, The Hurting, The Insulting Mistake Of Loving… Me, And Must Be Punished For It. George And Martha… Sad, Sad, Sad.

I Think We Should All Live On The Precipe Of Life, As Fully And As Dangerously As Possible. Everyone Should Make The Assumption That They're Going Through Life Only Once. Tomorrow We Die. Why Not Take Chances, Extend Yourself? How Awful It Is When A Person Comes To The End Of Life Full Of Regret.

What People Really Want In The Theater Is Fantasy Involvement And Not Reality Involvement.

All Serious Art Is Being Destroyed By Commerce. Most People Don't Want Art To Be Disturbing. They Want It To Be Escapist. I Don't Think Art Should Be Escapist. That's A Waste Of Time.