“Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.”

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.

When I’m directing, I’m pretty much not writing, but when I’m not directing I am writing a lot.

You can’t run forever.

There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies.

My life has been in shambles, like my personal relationships, my laundry, paying bills now I have someone who pays my bills and it’s always been a challenge because it overwhelms me.

If you’re teaching today what you were teaching five years ago, either the field is dead or you are.

Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?

I didn’t realize until I was older what a huge music fan my daddy really was, and actually that my grandma played banjo at one time, and I didn’t even know that until a year or two ago.

Many of those who purchased their residence more than a year ago have equity buffers in their homes adequate to withstand any price decline other than a very deep one.

What is a husband? He is the one who, with a touch, can bring back the starlight and glow of years long ago. At least he hopes he can – don’t disappoint him.

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