He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

He wants to live on through something - and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. All of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.

Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.

A play is made by sensing how the forces in life simulate ignorance-you set free the concealed irony, the deadly joke.

... so many tremendous decisions in life are made because it is five o'clock.

If I have any justification for having lived it's simply, I'm nothing but faults, failures and so on, but I have tried to make a good pair of shoes. There's some value in that.