“I tend to not write for a long period of time until I can’t not write, and then I write first drafts in gallops.”

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.

More often than not, an entropy creeps in that strangles me, and then the inevitable happens.

I don’t put big concepts on my work, and it’s all often about keeping actors in a room together and not letting them leave.

“The Diagnosis” had ten drafts of very significant changing, where I went through the whole book, wholesale and changed everything. Then the last year or so it was making small changes.

I am the vessel. The draft is God’s. And God is the thirsty one.

News is only the first rough draft of history.

The first thing I noticed about him was that he was born the same year I was drafted. … That’s a pretty scary thought.

The Founders who crafted our Constitution and Bill of Rights were careful to draft a Constitution of limited powers.

As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.

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

The first draft of anything is shit.