“Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.”

I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest.

One of the tricks to writing great plays is to get people in a room together and not let them leave.

If it weren’t for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family’s turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.

I’ve never really felt that I’ve had the right hair cut, or had the right clothes.

I write till the end at least a draft of a play or a novel; but sometimes,

I’m pretty obsessive-compulsive and I’m very fast.

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.

And I had long ago become accustomed to being called ‘Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it.

We were doing Scarface many years ago…and I remember having my coffee and looking at the beach, the surf, and I saw a hundred people looking out into the ocean.

Every living thing tends toward the good or we would have been gone a long time ago

The struggle goes on. The victory is in the struggle, for me. And I accepted that a long time ago.

This is something I learned only too well years ago when I did a fundraiser for Pol Pot. A few years later I saw ‘The Killing Fields,’ and I’ve got to tell you, I just felt like a schmuck.

Approximately four years ago, we were told that Jerry Rice would be a free agent and there were people who felt that he no longer could contribute.

In China, we don’t have any contemporary art museums. Until a few years ago, we didn’t even have a gallery.

If reality today is different from the reality of 30 years ago, we can’t keep describing reality in the same way as we did 30 years ago.