In This World, There Is

I Had A Dream, In 1985, I Believe, When A Friend I'd Gone To School With Was Sick - One Of The First People I Knew Who'd Gotten The Aids Virus. I Had A Dream Of Him In His Bedroom With An Angel Crashing Through The Ceiling. I Wrote A Poem Called 'angels In America.' I've Never Looked At The Poem Since The Day I Wrote It.

There's A Kind Of A Fundamental Irresponsibility In Playwriting, And The Strength Of Playwriting Comes From That Irresponsibility.

I'm Not An Experimental Artist. I Have No Talent For That. I Need A Certain Kind Of Antecedent Form To Follow.

You'll Find, My Friend, That What You Love Will Take You Places You Never Dreamed You'd Go.

In A Sense, I Feel Like The Job Of The Artist At All Times Is Essentially The Same, Which Is Simply To Tell The Truth. I Mean, I'm Nervous About Any Prescriptions For What A Writer Should Or Shouldn't Do.