When I look back I can't believe I was so stupid as to direct Dealer's Choice.

Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

When I look back I can't believe I was so stupid as to direct Dealer's Choice.

I like the varying rhythm of being a writer that you have a period of being in complete isolation where it's just you and the book and your screenplay and no-one can read it.

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.