Listen, you only tease the ones you love.
I’ve known people that the world has thrown everything at to discourage them. . . to break their spirit. And yet something about them retains a dignity. They face life and don’t ask quarters.
But I don't really write to honor the past. I write to investigate, to try to figure out what happened and why it happened, knowing I'll never really know. I think all the writers that I admire have this same desire, the desire to bring order out of chaos.
If I ever teach writing again, I’d say the first lesson is to listen.
I'm a social writer in the sense that I want to record, but not in the sense of trying to change people's minds.
You have to watch out with my plays. They're like yeast. You think they're one thing, then all of a sudden subtext gets to working.
When you're a writer, you have to write these stories, even if you don't get paid
Doubt is a central factor all the time. There's always the doubt: What the hell am I doing out here in the middle of the woods, all alone, painting?
Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.
You're about to walk on stage and play together for the next few hours so you want to feel connected and make sure that everyone is in the same head space; a good head space.
I have never used steroids. Period.