“We’re so easily distracted, but the world is still designed to destroy you. It just happens quicker and faster now.”

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There’s nothing stranger than the smell of someone else’s house

Obviously the power of the Times is discouraging. It’s killing new plays, demolishing one after another.

When it’s just a few scenes and a couple of actors behaving in a room, I feel very confident with that.

A typical day for me is I’m writing when I’m not directing.

Mary’s house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace.

I would hope that the staffs at juvenile detention centers and reform schools are carefully chosen so that there is a community of support and hope.

You can always count on the New York Times to cut your legs off.

I appreciate good criticism and I think it’s really important.

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

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system.

My work is always more emotional than I am.

And there’s nothing like the feeling of perfection that will inspire repeated behavior.

Whenever I’ve been in rehearsals, it’s really fun, there’s always laughing.

I know that something inevitable will happen.

I’ve lost lots of relationships because of my having to ignore everything.

There’s something exciting about that free fall, but then my life gets really screwed up.