Twenty-year-olds have a kind of emotional idealism about relationships and about the world that enables them to say, 'No, you lied to me. Goodbye.' When they see wickedness, they walk away.

I love plays. Even bad ones. I like the fact that actual live, breathing people are standing before you in tense situations that you are not personally responsible for.

People will do anything, anything, for a really nice laugh.

A funny line can never exist on its own. It needs to be surrounded by mood and circumstances.

You are unhappy because you believe in such a thing as happy.

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

the compulsion to read and write - and it seems to me it should be, even must be, a compulsion - is a bit of mental wiring the species has selected, over time, in order, as the life span increases, to keep us interested in ourselves.