Art Is Nowhere Near As Dangerous As

The Characters' Lives Have Gone On Before The Moment You Chose To Have The Action Of The Play Begin. And Their Lives Are Going To Go On After You Have Lowered The Final Curtain On The Play, Unless You've Killed Them Off.

The Playwright, Along With Any Writer, Composer, Painter In This Society, Has Got To Have A Terribly Private View Of His Own Value, Of His Own Work. He's Got To Listen To His Own Voice Primarily. He's Got To Watch Out For Fads, For What Might Be Called The Critical Aesthetics.

When One Controls Form, One Doesn't Do It With A Stopwatch Or A Graph. One Does It By Sensing, Again Intuitively.

And The West, Encumbered By Crippling Alliances, And Hardened With A Morality Too Rigid To Accommodate Itself To The Swing Of Events, Must ..... Eventually ..... Fall.

There Are A Number Of Contemporary Playwrights Whom I Admire Enormously, But That's Not At All The Same Thing As Being Influenced.