Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.

I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.

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.

I don't consider myself paranoid at all. I think I see things exactly as they are.

I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American.

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

When he died he would not end. The world would end.