Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell,

If A Person Measures His Spiritual Fulfillment In Terms Of Cosmic Visions, Surpassing Peace Of Mind, Or Ecstasy, Then He Is Not Likely To Know Much Spiritual Fulfillment. If, However, He Measures It In Terms Of Enjoying A Sunrise, Being Warmed By A Child's Smile, Or Being Able To Help Someone Have A Better Day, Then He Is Likely To Know Much Spiritual Fulfillment.

But We Are Mostly What We Are, And The Turtle Stretching Toward Delicious Buds On High Does Not Lighten His Carapace By His Resolve.

I'm The End Of The Line; Absurd And Appalling As It May Seem, Serious New York Theater Has Died In My Lifetime.

Controlled Hysteria Is What's Required. To Exist Constantly In A State Of Controlled Hysteria. It's Agony. But Everyone Has Agony. The Difference Is That I Try To Take My Agony Home And Teach It To Sing.

Certainly The Most Diverse, If Minor, Pastime Of Literary Life Is The Game Of Find The Author.