Pulitzer criteria: "a distinguished play by an American author, preferably original in its source and dealing with American life." PREFERABLY being the operative word here. Ruined, I Am My Own Life, Sunday in the Park With George, and The Diary of Anne Frank technically don't fit the criteria either, and it didn't hurt them. Nor did it hurt the NUMEROUS works that are based on pre-existing sources, like HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS, ALL THE WAY HOME, THE OLD MAID, SOUTH PACIFIC, and TEAHOUSE FOR THE AUGUST MOON.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Updated On: 4/17/12 at 10:15 AM