The theater is a communal event, like church. The playwright constructs a mass to be performed for a lot of people. She writes a prayer, which is really just the longings of one heart.
Dreams are illustrations…from the book your soul is writing about you.
Family is just accident, Jessie. It’s nothing personal, hon. They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family, they just are.
I’m just not having a very good time and I don’t have any reason to think it’ll get anything but worse. I’m tired. I’m hurt. I’m sad. I feel used.
…I only told you about it because I thought I might get a laugh out of you for once even if it wasn’t the truth, Jessie. Things don’t have to be true to talk about ’em, you know.
Peole do think that if they avoid the truth it might change to something better before they have to hear it.
Family is just accident. . . . They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family they just are.
What I hope to do is create a play that investigates the ongoing violence toward women and children in the world, and searches for some kind of answer to the question, ‘What Can We Do?’
Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
Knowing is the most profound kind of love, giving someone the gift of knowledge about yourself.
People do think that if they avoid the truth, it might change to something better before they have to hear it.