Jesus Was A Suicide, If You Ask

I'm Just Not Having A Very Good Time And I Don't Have Any Reason To Think It'll Get Anything But Worse. I'm Tired. I'm Hurt. I'm Sad. I Feel Used.

I Feel That I Speak The Musical Language.

On The Whole The American Theater, Dominated By Men, Does Not Perceive Women Fighting For Their Lives As A Central Issue.

What's So Good About A Heaven Where, One Of These Days, You're Going To Get Your Embarrassing Old Body Back?

There Is No Point In Trying To Remember Your Dreams ... There Is Only The Unspeakable Joy Of Eavesdropping On Your Spirit, Catching Tiny Glimpses Of Its Independent Life, Resting For A Moment In Its Wisdom, Puzzling, Laughing Sometimes, Over What It's Up To, What It Makes Of You.