When You Die It's The End Of

I Wanted To Write A Play About Double Nature ... One That Wouldn't Be Symbolic Or Metaphorical Or Any Of That Stuff. I Just Wanted To Give A Taste Of What It Feels Like To Be Two-sided. It's A Real Thing, Double Nature. I Think We're Split In A Much More Devastating Way Than Psychology Can Ever Reveal. It's Not So Cute. Not Some Little Thing We Can Get Over. It's Something We've Got To Live With

I Hate Endings. Just Detest Them. Beginnings Are Definitely The Most Exciting, Middles Are Perplexing And Endings Are A Disaster. … The Temptation Towards Resolution, Towards Wrapping Up The Package, Seems To Me A Terrible Trap. Why Not Be More Honest With The Moment? The Most Authentic Endings Are The Ones Which Are Already Revolving Towards Another Beginning. That’s Genius.

There Are Places Where Writing Is Acting And Acting Is Writing. I'm Not So Interested In The Divisions. I'm Interested In The Way Things Cross Over.

I Like Cars. I Like Travel. I Like The Idea Of People Breaking Down And I'm The Only One Who Can Help Them Get On The Road Again. It Would Be Like Being A Magician. Just Open Up The Hood And Cast Your Magic Spell.

All That Stuff About My Father And My Childhood Is Interesting Up To A Certain Point, But I Kind Of Capsized With The Family Drama A Long Time Ago. Now I Want To Get Away From That. Not That I Won't Return To It, But A Certain Element Has Been Exhausted, And It Feels Like Why Regurgitate All This Stuff?