“I’ll take a break for a couple weeks for a project that is paying me money like a television project which I try to stay away from just to stay financially ahead of the game.”

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.

When I write, that takes over and I can’t do anything else.

When I do something, I do it full steam ahead.

Time is a rigid, bonelike structure, extending infinitely ahead and behind, fossilizing the future as well as the past.

While people can be doubted, time cannot be doubted. While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

The real romance is out ahead and yet to come. The computer revolution hasn’t started yet.

While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

We walk from room to room, look into the room that is lit, the present moment, then walk on. We do not know the rooms ahead, but we know we cannot change them. We are spectators of our lives.

[H]istory is seen in a rear-view mirror while the future is the dark, foggy road ahead, filled with unknown trouble.

You can be connected with community theater or make your own little movies. But, if you want to be a movie star, you’ve got a tough road ahead of you.