“The California I knew, old rancho California, is gone. It just doesn't exist, except maybe in little pockets. I lived on the edge of the Mojave Desert, an area that used to be farm country. There were all these fresh-produce stands with avocados and date palms. You could get a dozen artichokes for a buck or something. Totally wiped out now.” LittlesCountryUsedGoneProduceAreasEdgesUsed To BeDesertCaliforniaPocketsFarmsDozenPalmsBucksAvocadosArtichokesMojave Author:Sam Shepard
“My first job was with the Burns Detective Agency. They sent me over to the East River to guard coal barges during these god-awful hours like three to six in the morning. It wasn't a very difficult job -- all I had to do was make a round every fifteen minutes -- but it turned out to be a great environment for writing. I was completely alone in a little outhouse with an electric heater and a little desk.” WritingFirstsLittlesJobsThreeDifficultHoursMorningEnvironmentMinutesSixRiversRoundsEastAwfulAgencyElectricFifteenDesksCoalDetectivesBarges Author:Sam Shepard
“After the falling out with my father, I worked on a couple of ranches - thoroughbred layup farms, actually - out toward Chino, California. That was fine for a little while, but I wanted to get out completely, and twenty miles away wasnt far enough.” LittlesEnoughWantedFallFatherFineCoupleTwentiesMilesCaliforniaFarmsMiles AwayThoroughbreds Author:Sam Shepard
“I wanted to write a play about double nature ... one that wouldn't be symbolic or metaphorical or any of that stuff. I just wanted to give a taste of what it feels like to be two-sided. It's a real thing, double nature. I think we're split in a much more devastating way than psychology can ever reveal. It's not so cute. Not some little thing we can get over. It's something we've got to live with” ThinkingWayGivingFeelsWritingLittlesTwoRealPlayWantedStuffPsychologyTasteCuteOver ItLittle ThingsSplitsGet OverSymbolicReal ThingsMetaphorical Author:Sam Shepard
