Sometimes you have to protect the life of the play. It seems like spelling out mysterious, musical details can destroy a play by making the motivations too clear, too simplex.

I'm sure there are some good dramaturgs but I've never worked with one.

However, the moral center of New York City, I believe, is the New York City Ballet.

The Atlantic Ocean was something then.

Like a dog, a playwright lives in an eternal present and a play is never closed.

1975 is as much a historical document as 1803.

I think a playwright must be his own dramaturg.