I Am A Good Woman.

Cleave To No Faith When Faith Brings Blood.

Well, All The Plays That I Was Trying To Write Were Plays That Would Grab An Audience By The Throat And Not Release Them, Rather Than Presenting An Emotion Which You Could Observe And Walk Away From.

Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell, God Thought Him Beautiful In Heaven.

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

What Work You Do! It's Strange Work For A Christian Girl To Hang Old Women!