Imagination can't create anything new, can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions... So when we thing we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable.

The work of artists is to find what's humanly possible - possibility's furthest reaches.

There's a way in which 'The Illusion' is a play about the theater.

We all romp about, grieving, wondering, but with rare exception we mostly remain suspended in the Rhetorical Colloidal Forever that agglutinates between Might and Do.

I've never seen a great actor do a major role that didn't cost a lot. They're sacrificial animals of a sort.

Justice precedes beauty. Without justice, beauty is impossible, an obscenity. And when beauty has gone, what does a cameraman do with his eye?

It's the fear of what comes after the doing that makes the doing hard to do.