He Have His Goodness Now. God Forbid

Poor Brain! How Helplessly It Dissolves When Willing Eyes Meet And The Nose Warms To Those Old Jungle Scents.

There Is A Misconception Of Tragedy With Which I Have Been Struck In Review After Review, And In Many Conversations With Writers And Readers Alike. It Is The Idea That Tragedy Is Of Necessity Allied To Pessimism.

Above All Else, Tragedy Requires The Finest Appreciation By The Writer Of Cause And Effect.

The Theater Is So Endlessly Fascinating Because It's So Accidental. It's So Much Like Life.

Memory Inevitably Romanticizes, Pressing Reality To Recede Like Pain.