Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

There are days when I think the National Endowment for the Arts should issue a quota system for the production of plays by women - especially when you realize women buy 70 percent of all theater tickets.

I feel that I speak the musical language.

What's so good about a heaven where, one of these days, you're going to get your embarrassing old body back?

There is no point in trying to remember your dreams ... There is only the unspeakable joy of eavesdropping on your spirit, catching tiny glimpses of its independent life, resting for a moment in its wisdom, puzzling, laughing sometimes, over what it's up to, what it makes of you.

At the heart of the failure of most plays is the inability to carry on a thoughtful conversation about your work with yourself.

Art is how a culture records its life, how it poses questions for the next generation and how it will be remembered.