A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor.

Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them, as are the maid with the letter and the soldier with the hat.

In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves

You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.

It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is "stale, flat and unprofitable"; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought.

When you’re sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.