It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.

My attitudes aren't directed toward characters at all. I don't feel sympathetic toward some characters, unsympathetic toward others. I don't love some characters, feel contempt for others. They have attitudes; I don't.

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

If an idea seems to find its way towards a stage setting, that's the direction I take. I don't know if I'm trying to achieve anything other than to follow an idea on to the page.

Do people still shoot at presidents? I thought there were more stimulating targets.' (20)

Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.