“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’m pretty obsessive-compulsive and I’m very fast.

I began stealing a lot of ideas from other directors I had worked with.

I don’t know where the characters are going to go or what’s going to happen.

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 dont see a lot of movies that portray the East Village as well as I think they can.