I was so mad at my agent. I had polished and polished and polished [the play], and he referred to it as a draft. I wrote him a bitter letter: How can you call this a draft? I don't do drafts! By now I've done 18, and its turning, in the rehearsal room, into a 19th.
Time heals all things but one: Time.
To listen acutely is to be powerless, even if you sit on a throne.
The art of fiction is freedom of will for your characters.
In saying what is obvious, never choose cunning. Yelling works better.
Language makes culture, and we make a rotten culture when we abuse words.