For 34 years I lived with you and came to love you. I came to you because I loved theater and found theater everywhere I looked. I fled New England and came to Manhattan, that island off the coast of America, where human nature was king and everyone exuded character and had big attitude. You gave me a sense of humor because you are so absurd.
September 11, 2005
So wrote Spalding Gray, the brilliant monologuist, who (so sadly) killed himself last year: