The struggle to be considered a grown-up begins, I believe, shortly after birth.

The real reason for comedy is to hide the pain.

Don't live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable.

No matter how successful I become as a playwright, my mother would be thrilled to hear me tell her that I'd just lost twenty pounds, gotten married and become a lawyer.

The signature of a truly enviable woman is the tenacity and continuity of her women friends.

I'm not going to throw my imagination away. I refuse to lie down to expectation. If I can just hold out till I'm thirty, I'll be incredible.

I really worked at becoming more assertive, and now none of my friends talk to me.

As I ramble through life, whatever be my goal, I will unfortunately always keep my eye upon the doughnut and not upon the whole.

No matter how lonely you get or how many birth announcements you receive, the trick is not to get frightened. There's nothing wrong with being alone.

anyone who writes plays is unbelievably persistent, because there isn't a need in the world for plays. Somehow you internally have to feel a need to write a play.

Anyone who is considered funny will tell you, sometimes without your even asking, that deep inside they are very serious, neurotic, introspective people.

Women can enter (...) negotiations with the knowledge that showing concern for the common good, even as they negotiate for themselves, will strengthen their position.

No opionions, just strongly held convictions.

Nor is the limitation of what is sayable a limit to the doable: this last is the possibility of literature.

He must become an apprentice to ordinary life.

Drinking people are loud people. This is loston children, who make monkey bars of noise, climbing through and over its steel pipesuntil they king the metal smell of mountain.

It is a confession of the weakness of our own faith in the righteousness of our cause when we attempt to suppress by law those who do not agree with us.

It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.

Dreams that are realistic, often come out of fantasies.

I pray every day for all who are suffering in Iraq. Please join me.

He treats me like the dirt under my feet.