And in this day and age, we sometimes seem to care more about the record of joy than the experience of joy itself. - Sarah Ruhl

I found that life intruding on writing was, in fact, life. And that, tempting as it may be for a writer who is a parent, one must not think of life as an intrusion. At the end of the day, writing has very little to do with writing, and much to do with life. And life, by definition, is not an intrusion.

I think maybe heaven is a sea of untranslatable jokes. Only everyone is laughing.

Titles by their nature imply that the play’s architecture is like a bull’s-eye (and some are) with the point being in the center. Sometimes the point is in the margins, or in the experience of throwing the dart.