Ideas Emerge From Plays, Not The Other

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.

I Don't Understand My Feelings. I Really Don't. I Don't Understand How I Could Hate You So Much After So Much Time. How, No Matter How Much I'd Like To Not Hate You, I Hate You Even More. It Grows.

The Funny Thing About Having All This So-called Success Is That Behind It Is A Certain Horrible Emptiness.

I've Heard Writers Talk About "discovering A Voice," But For Me That Wasn't A Problem. There Were So Many Voices That I Didn't Know Where To Start.

When You See The Way Things Deteriorate Before Your Very Eyes. Everything Running Down Hill. It's Kind Of Silly To Even Think About Youth.