“You have to escape to survive, as you must survive to escape.”

I began stealing a lot of ideas from other directors I had worked with.

I don’t know where the characters are going to go or what’s going to happen.

I find that more and more I’m trying to entertain myself when I’m working, because I know the work’s going to go to a horrible place.

It was like losing an important weight-bearing bone, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to figure out how to walk the streets without it.

I don’t know if I have the ability to write an ending like My Fair Lady’s, when everyone gets what they want after a few minor conflicts.

The stakes are so high just for someone to make a simple exit.

And you can’t go anywhere in the sky unless you have a plane or some kind of rocket.

I’ve written some criticism, and I really enjoy it because I think it’s important for people to know that theatre is vital.

I suffer from and enjoy an incredibly vivid dream life. A lot of times there is a sort-of narrative and other times they are just funhouses of non-linear imagery and other scary stuff.

My characters say things to each other that I get accused of not being able to say to my girlfriend.

But when I’m writing I am just a big, irresponsible mess and I’m just impossible to get in touch with, and I don’t spend time with friends.

Somewhere deeper than where they put your heart.

I just love working with actors, and I love working with writers, working with designers.

It’s been hard for me to not write, and that’s the only process I can speak to I guess, it’s so compulsive and I need to do it all the time that sometimes I make myself not do it so I can actually tend to my life.

I won’t eat right. I forget to do my laundry. I have a dog now, and I have to remember to walk him.

I dont see a lot of movies that portray the East Village as well as I think they can.

Death is so important that God visited death upon his own son, thereby helping us learn right from wrong well enough that we may escape death forever and live eternally in God’s grace.

Islam was like a mental cage. At first, when you open the door, the caged bird stays inside: it is frightened. It has internalized its imprisonment. It takes time for bird to escape, even after someone has opened the doors to its cage.

Sons never escape from the shadows of their fathers. Nor do daughters of their mothers. No one ever comes into his own…Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No person is free.

It’s not for anything other than an escape from what is perceived to be a fiat money system, paper money, that seems to be deteriorating.

On n’e chappe pas a’ son sort. One cannot escape destiny.

When my heart became constricted and my paths became narrow I took my hope in Your pardon and forgiveness as an opening and an escape

I went back to the stage because it was my way of dealing with the success I had, my way of coping.

It was a way of escaping the responsibilty of what was happening.