If you can no longer think about the future, and you once dreamed of everlasting love, don't give up the dream, find it again.

But when I came back into the city for the first time last November, I thought every truck, every building was going to blow up. It has truly changed me something fierce.

At best, the relationship between drama critic and playwright is a pretty twiggy affair. When I'm asked whom I write for, after the obligatory, I write only for myself, I realize that I have an imaginary circle of peers - writers and respected or savvy theatre folk, some dramatic writers and some not, some living, some long gone. . . . Often a writer is aware as he works that a certain critic is going to hate this one. . . . You don't let what a critic might say worry you or alter your work; it might even add a spark to the gleeful process of creation.

If you can no longer think about the future, and you once dreamed of everlasting love, don't give up the dream, find it again.

I am not sure why, but I have been obsessed by the Atom Bomb ever since it first happened.

Nobody's safe around a writer.

I am one of the 11.5% of New Yorkers who remain traumatized by the events of September 11.