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

There’s only so much pavement that the road makers lay down. After a while, the highway quits going north and it just turns into sky.

The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.

In Chekhov, when people leave, a carriage is taking them away forever.

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.

Somewhere so deep inside that the doctors can’t find it with all their machines and microcameras.

It’s strange, people have asked me what my schedule is and what is my process like, and I can’t even answer it.

I think auditioning can be very reductive and I just hate how actors work really hard and most of them aren’t going to get the job, and I hate putting them through that.

I don’t like the sort of hierarchical, totalitarian type of room a lot of directors can find themselves in.

The rooms I tend to be in are pretty democratic and the best idea wins.

Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs.

I think there is a complicated side effect to overcoming evil in that we are forever changed by it.

I show up on time, I am very rigorous about scheduling, and I am very focused.

What I’ve learned in the last few years is that I am merely a storyteller.

I feel that I am just a storyteller, and whether I am wearing the director hat or the playwright hat, it doesn’t matter.

I try not to write more than two or three, I try to just write one if possible

I think after we ingest some of the cruelty of the world, it takes years off of our lives, but it also gives us wisdom and a little grace, hopefully a sense of compassion.

Death is a door life opens.

I would much rather have you believe in something I don’t agree with than to accept everything blindly.

Friendship develops even if a thousand miles apart. But should yuan fen be absent between two individuals

I try to make the producers cry and the crew laugh.

True repentance never leads to despair. Its leads home. It leads to grace.

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us

You see, therefore, how much the gift of reason surpasses mere physical equipment.

He who seeks for gain, must be at some expense.