I'm constantly having to be vigilant with a depressive tendency, an addictive tendency.

I think a tragedy is something where the natural order of things is completely interrupted and doesn't right itself.

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. But it's better if you do.

Alice: I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye. Dan: Since when? Alice: Now. Just now.

The trite answer is that everything is true but none of it happened. It is emotionally true, but the events, the plotting, the narrative, isn't true of my life, though I've experienced most of the emotions experienced by the characters in the play.

I like them all - I don't always approve. I see myself as a sort of benevolent uncle to these characters, and I can see why they do what they do; sometimes they make some mistakes, but at heart I think they're decent.

I love everything about you that hurts.