We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

I began writing for theater, and maybe because of that I've always thought of myself as a theater writer who does work in film sometimes.

If you want to change something by Tuesday, theater is no good. Journalism is what does that. But, if you want to just alter the chemistry of the moral matrix, then theater has a longer half-life.

We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

I was interested by the idea that artists working in a totalitarian dictatorship or tsarist autocracy are secretly and slightly shamefully envied by artists who work in freedom. They have the gratification of intense interest: the authorities want to put them in jail, while there are younger readers for whom what they write is pure oxygen.