I love a number of them, among them TALLEY'S FOLLY, GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS, THE KENTUCKY CYCLE, DOUBT, and AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY but to me ANGELS IN AMERICA stands alone.
Though if WHO'S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? was actually awarded the Prize it was supposed to have received but never did, I'd have it right up there.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
