Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.
He wants to live on through something-and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. all of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.
He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.
I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.
The job is to ask questions-it always was-and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.