I was a very self-righteous 15-25 year old. Anyway, I wake up every morning and thank God I'm not a kid anymore.

I was raised by a single psychologist mother and we spent every evening sitting at the kitchen table and dissecting our emotions and speculating about the inner life of everyone we knew.

I never had a lot of ideas. I always have exactly one that is the next project; the idea of a project beyond that project is ludicrous.

Yeah, I have the detail-obsessed, controlling personality of a novelist, but I somehow ended up writing plays.

I'm terrible at speaking extemporaneously about my work - I get completely tongue-tied and consumed with fear.

I think growing up in a small town, the kind of people I met in my small town, they still haunt me. I find myself writing about them over and over again.

Film can express things that computers never will. Film is a series of photographs separated by split seconds of darkness. Film is light and shadow.

I don't enjoy hearing the sound of my voice. The most important things for me are impossible to articulate extemporaneously.

There are certain early plays of mine that I really don't like, but I can't imagine going back and fixing them. I would be totally incapable of it. I'm not in the head of the characters anymore.

If anything, I was the opposite of most college students who think they can do anything.

Writing is my primary way of expressing myself.

You are born into your family and your family is born into you. No returns. No exchanges.

And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many.

I have a bad tendency to get rapidly bored with my own material, so rewriting is hard for me. I mean, I already know the story and would rather read something new.

Have you more faith in a spoonful of medicine than in the power that animates the living world?

What you want to know is... does it shorten your life? You can do those kinds of questions in mice, but those are expensive to do and no one's been really doing them.

Pieta Brown is a great singer/songwriter who possesses major star power magnetism.

Whatever is not commonly seen is condemned as alien.

You'll fold faster than Superman on laundry day

Seeking Why run around sprinkling holy water? There's an ocean inside you, and when you're ready you'll drink.

Yeah, I know, but word came from Artemis herself that she wanted him here. Looks like we’re having a psycho reunion this week…Oh wait, it’s Mardi Gras. Duh. (Talon)