When people realize they are being listened to, they tell you things.

I've been mainly a happy boy in my life. I married the right girl and we did what we wanted to do.

I'm an equal opportunity reader - although I don't much read plays. And since I was raised a Presbyterian, pretty much all pleasures are guilty.

What I know is, you have chance in life--of surviving it--if you tolerate loss well; manage not to be a cynic through it all; to subordinate, as Ruskin implied, to keep proportion, to connect the unequal things into a whole that preserves the good, even if admittedly good is often not simple to find.

I get very involved in the internal logic of sentences.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

I have a theory... that someplace at the heart of most compelling stories is something that doesn't make sense.