There is chaos behind the civility, of course.

People often ask me how long it takes me to write a play, and I tell them 'all of my life.'

If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?

You...you've been here quite a long time, haven't you?" What? Oh...yes. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Forever. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension, young man?

I usually think about a play anywhere from six months to a year and a half before I sit down to write it out.

First, I'll kill the dog with kindness, and if that doesn't work, I'll just kill him.

Martha: Oh, I like your anger. I think that's what I like about you most. Your anger.