I love to work, although sometimes I can spend whole days doing nothing more than picking the lint off the carpet and talking to my mother on the phone.

I tried to start a theatre in LA and failed miserably, but I was probably not meant to raise money.

I grew up in Jackson, Mississippi, really in suburbia, so my mother was in community theatre plays.

I just loved being divorced from my own wretchedness.

Some really good things kind of swing both ways and I like to see people that can swing really, really, really sad and horrible and terrible and really, really, really beautiful and funny.

My fault now is making my plays too short.

The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel, Mississippi.