Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you

We are all prisoners of our time and place.

Now I see -- we are always most revolted by the things hidden within us.

This is the ultimate cruelty, isn't it? That I can talk and talk and to anyone listening, it's only air--too rich a diet to be swallowed by a mundane world.

The West believes the East, deep down, wants to be dominated, because a woman can’t think for herself

It's the stories that make my heart beat faster ...those are the ones to write about

Originally the structure was . . . a modern narrator who would appear intermittently and talk about his memories of his grandmother, which would then be juxtaposed against scenes from the past. But the stories from the past were always more interesting that the things in the present. I find this almost endemic to modern plays that veer between past and present. . . . So as we've gone on developing GOLDEN CHILD, the scenes from the past have become more dominant, and all that remains of the present are these two little bookends that frame the action.