The Engineering Is Secondary To The Vision.

I Was So Mad At My Agent. I Had Polished And Polished And Polished [the Play], And He Referred To It As A Draft. I Wrote Him A Bitter Letter: How Can You Call This A Draft? I Don't Do Drafts! By Now I've Done 18, And Its Turning, In The Rehearsal Room, Into A 19th.

I Read In Order To Write. I Read Out Of Obsession With Writing.

In Real Life Wishing, Divorced From Willing, Is Sterile And Begets Nothing.

Whoever Mourns The Dead Mourns Himself.

The Imagination Is A Species Of Knowledge, Knowledge That Can Take The Form Of Discovery.