The Fear Of A Work

I'm Fairly Certain When I Die That The Obituary Will Say, 'author Of 'angels In America' Dies.' Unless I'm Completely Forgotten, And Then It Won't Say Anything At All.

That It Should Be The Questions And Shape Of A Life, Its Total Complexity Gathered, Arranged, And Considered, Which Matters In The End, Not Some Stamp Of Salvation Or Damnation That Disperses All The Complexity Into Some Unsatisfying Little Decision - The Balancing Of Scales.

Real Love Isn't Ever Ambivalent.

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.

The General Consensus Among Historians, Among The Ones Who Can Handle The Fact That 'lincoln' Is, In Fact, Historical Fiction, Is That We Demonstrate Enormous Fidelity To History And That, Beyond That, We've Actually Contributed A Line Of Thinking About Lincoln's Presidency That's Somewhat Original.