As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

Reading it was like subletting a small apartment in someone else's head.

The obligation to endure gives us the right to know.

An editor - a person employed on a newspaper whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff and to see that the chaff is printed.

A recurring dream probably merits close attention. Something wants you to pay attention.

When you do a play, you do it for a couple months, and it just gets in your bones. You can learn about somebody that way.

I don't exercise - that's something I struggle with.

Even in despair, man must laugh.

I never practice before, I never work hours on a script. I just choose my characters and trust them, and after that, it's about the director taking your hand.

In everything give thanks

Absent in body, but present in spirit.

People are people, and grief that is limited to those within a specific political boundary denies the humanity of others.