We can't just stop. We're not rocks-progress, migration, motion is... modernity. It's ANIMATE, it's what living things do. We desire. Even if all we desire is stillness, it's still desire for.

You learn that existence is legible but that you have to have a critical mind if you're going to read it.

One is told that you're either a hot writer, or you're finished and you're over. But of course, the more you hang around and the more you become aware not only of what "reputation" is for other writers, but also what your own reputation is, you become aware that it's much more complicated than the conventional media would have you believe.

As a playwright, you are a torturer of actors and of the audience as well. You inflict things on people.

If you're gay and you can't hold hands, or you're black and you can't catch a taxi, or you're a woman and you can't go into the park, you are aware there's a menace. That's costly on a psychic level. The world should be striving to make all its members secure.

Torture yourself about your failures. And then get back to work.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.