I Never Had A Lot Of Ideas.

I'm Terrible At Speaking Extemporaneously About My Work - I Get Completely Tongue-tied And Consumed With Fear.

I Feel Like My Life Is At Its Happiest When I Don't Have A Looming Deadline. There's Some Really Groovy Wonderful Times, When I'm Like, "i Have A New Piece, I'm Excited About It, I'm Reading All These Books About It, But There's Not A Lot Of Time Pressure, And I'm Financially Stable Enough Right Now That I Don't Have To Be Trying To Get Another Job." But That's So Rare.

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.

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 Feel Like The Reason I Ended Up Becoming A Playwright Is Because I Never Choose The Right Word. As A Kid, My Fantasy Profession Was To Be A Novelist. But The Thing About Writing Prose - And Maybe Great Prose Writers Don't Feel This Way - But I Always Felt It Was About Choosing Words. I Was Always Like, "i Have To Choose The Perfect Word." And Then It Would Kill Me, And I Would Choose The Wrong Word Or I Would Choose Too Many Perfect Words - I Wrote Really Purple Prose.