I feel that I am just a storyteller, and whether I am wearing the director hat or the playwright hat, it doesn't matter.

I think I'm a little more daunted by when the machinery of the play is really huge.

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

What I've learned in the last few years is that I am merely a storyteller.

There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.

I think because my brother was an actor and I just saw how he struggled through, I guess I'm sensitive to it.

In Chekhov, when people leave, a carriage is taking them away forever. The stakes are so high just for someone to make a simple exit. And now we have all this access to public transportation, automobiles and jets and the Internet; we're so easily distracted, but the world is still designed to destroy you. It just happens quicker and faster now.