How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes; I am all random”.

The power of the past to still dominate our thinking today.

Sometimes you have to protect the life of the play. It seems like spelling out mysterious, musical details can destroy a play by making the motivations too clear, too simplex.

The imagination says listen to me. I am your darkest voice. I am your 4 a.m. voice. I am the voice that wakes you up and says this is what I'm afraid of. Do not listen to me at your peril.... The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to.

Oh, I never use a seat belt. I don't believe in gravity.

What we're dealt with hopefully is two arms, two eyes, two legs, a head, a heart. The variations, the extensions, the possibilities of the human body, what that can do

Like a dog, a playwright lives in an eternal present and a play is never closed.