Here's another piece of advice, only date people who have read a different set of books than you have read, it will save you lots of time in the library.

As a playwright, you are a torturer of actors and of the audience as well. You inflict things on people.

People shouldn't trust artists and they shouldn't trust art. Part of the fun of art is that it invites you to interpret it.

I make my living now as a screenwriter! Which I’m surprised and horrified to find myself saying, but I don’t think I can support myself as a playwright at this point. I don’t think anybody does.

The smallest indivisible human unit is two people, not one; one is a fiction. From such nets of souls societies, the social world, human life springs.

In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead.

I tend to be sort of quiet and shy and awkward in social situations.

Torture yourself about your failures. And then get back to work.

The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word "free" to a note so high nobody could reach it. That was deliberate.

There's a kind of a fundamental irresponsibility in playwriting, and the strength of playwriting comes from that irresponsibility.

You have a strange relationship with calamity when you're a writer: you write about it; as an artist, you objectify and fetishize it. You render life into material, and that's a creepy thing to do.

You must go on.I can’t go on.I’ll go on.

Moving on is not about forgetting. It's about moving forward and never looking back.

Yesterday is gone, live for today and leave a legacy for tomorrow.

Much of what we call evil can often be converted into a bracing and tonic good by a simple change of the sufferer's inner attitude from one of fear to one of fight

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who will guard the guards?

The difference between good and bad architecture is the time you spend on it.

Want freedom? Get organized. Want to get organized? Get creative.

I shall not die, but live; and again declare the evil deeds of the friars.

At last." He breathed into her, finding her lips. "You found me," she whispered. "Always.

Tea Party people know that I stood against the Wall Street scam from Day One, that I voted against TARP, that I voted against repealing Glass-Steagall Act that kept these guys under some control.