I Think You Remember Everything ... You

I Think That's Foolishness On The Part Of The Playwright To Write About Himself. People Don't Know Anything About Themselves.

Art Is Nowhere Near As Dangerous As It Should Be.

You Want To Dance With Me, Angel Tits?

The Act Of Creation, As You Very Well Know, Is A Lonely And Private Matter And Has Nothing To Do With The Public Area... The Performance Of The Work One Creates.

I'm Back In Fashion Again For A While Now. But I Imagine That Three Or Four Years From Now I'll Be Out Again. And In Another Fifteen Years I'll Be Back. If You Try To Write To Stay In Fashion, If You Try To Write To Be The Critics' Darling, You Become An Employee.