All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair. |
And the Winner Is, |
Chicago keeps getting all these complete games. I'm expecting 50 cent hot dogs. |
Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left? He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying. |
He thought I was just ignoring him, ... I told him that if I had gotten the letter, of course I would have called. And he just let it go as if it never happened. |
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harms we do, we do to ourselves. |
I had to face up to the fact that I had to call him. |
I knew he was right, ... Not that I did anything about it. |
I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never realized I was doing it, |
I'm sorry I missed it. |
If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it's going to happen anyhow. |
Jeffrey was working from the book only. When I saw an early version of the play, I knew I had more to contribute: notes and memories that didn't make it into the book. Jeffrey agreed to let me work with him, which was generous. |
Love each other or die. |
Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t. |
My jaw dropped, ... I felt shame that I had to find out over the television, then felt sorrow and a little grief that he was going to die. |