Now, when I started my theater, the modus operandi was having the actors stare right into the audience.

I was enchanted by the escape into that meticulous world that seemed real yet not... well, it seemed not real, but very detailed and meticulous, bizarre.

I'm there to make a kind of theatrical music that is desperately missing in my life. And if other people don't like it, I'm very unhappy, but I can't do anything about that.

I acted in junior high in the junior high school group, and then when I got into senior high I was, you know, the main actor of the senior high school.

Understand--it ALWAYS makes sense. Sense can't be avoided. If it first seems to be non-sense, wait: roots will reveal themselves.

There is no work of art that has ever been made that is absolutely truthful about life.

If I wasn't in the theater, I would be a hermit.

As I told you, from the time I was fifteen, I thought the theater was too much involved with actors trying to make the audience love them, being over emotional.

My play is the ultimate expression of my feeling of the twilight of Western civilization.

I've been trying to figure out for at least the last 10 years how to force myself into something more risky.

It's true, I don't like the real world.

To truly love ourselves, we must challenge our beliefs that we need to be different or better.

That’s what brave is, you know. Doing what needs to be done when you’re scared shitless.

Because I just like sports, I like athletics and I like competition.

Find your heart, and you will find your way.

37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

Being unprepared heightens nerves.

if any opinion is compelled to silence, that opinion may, for aught we can certainly know, be true. To deny this is to assume our own infallibility.

The releasing of attachment to object and certain beliefs was already indelibly written as a very necessary step in my human progress toward being.

If you've seen Mary Poppins and The Grinch, come to the Booth Theater and let me shove a little coal down your stocking.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.