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

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.

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. Snow settles in the liver. The bowels grow thick with humidity. Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs. The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.

One of the tricks to writing great plays is to get people in a room together and not let them leave. You want the tension to escalate. Keeping them there is the hardest part, so you have to take away any excuse for them to leave.

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

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.

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