Standing on a ledge again. Everyone laughs at dancing monkey with the typewriter. Not for long, though.

I go to see plays all the time, and whenever I see Chekhov, I'm amazed at how this Russian play strikes home to me living 100 years later in New York City. I'm drawn to him because of his way with characters and their relationships with each other.

Evan Handler's new book is simply wonderful. He pulls you inside his life, and you come out his very close friend.

People with honorary awards are looked upon with disfavor. Would you let an honorary mechanic fix your brand-new Mercedes?

There's no such thing as a sure thing. That's why they call it gambling.

Everyone thinks they can write a play; you just write down what happened to you. But the art of it is drawing from all the moments of your life.

New York is not Mecca. It just smells like it.