“The printed script of a play is hardly more than an architect’s blueprint of a house not yet built or built and destroyed.
The color, the grace and levitation, the structural pattern in motion, the quick interplay of live beings, suspended like fitful lightning in a cloud, these things are the play, not words on paper, nor thoughts and ideas of an author, those shabby things snatched off basement counters at Gimbel’s”
–Tennessee WIlliams, Afterword to Camino Real
