You Can’t Keep Messing Me Around Like

I Believe In My Mask-- The Man I Made Up Is Me I Believe In My Dance-- And My Destiny

My Dad Had A Lot Of Bad Luck. You Could See His Suffering, His Terrible Suffering, Living A Life That Was Disappointing And Looking For Another One.

I Like Cars. I Like Travel. I Like The Idea Of People Breaking Down And I'm The Only One Who Can Help Them Get On The Road Again. It Would Be Like Being A Magician. Just Open Up The Hood And Cast Your Magic Spell.

In Many Of My Plays, There Was A Kind Of Autobiographical Character In The Form Of A Son Or Young Man. The Purpose Of It, Of Course, Was To Write About Myself. That Character Was Always The Least Fully Realized. Eighteen Years Later, You Realize, That's What He Was About.

Ive Been So Spoiled In The Theater, Writing Plays Where I Can Just Do Exactly What I Want And Nobody Messes With Me.