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The Bigger The Issue, The Smaller You Write. Remember That. You Don't Write About The Horrors Of War. No. You Write About A Kid's Burnt Socks Lying On The Road. You Pick The Smallest Manageable Part Of The Big Thing, And You Work Off The Resonance.

I'd Love To Be A Saxophonist. I Don't Know Why, But I Pretend I'm The Saxophonist When I Listen To Music. I Have About As Much Chance Playing The Sax As I Do Learning How To Fly.

In A Given Scene I May Know Nothing More Than How It's Supposed To End, Most Of The Time Not Even That. Scenes Are Improvised. A Character Does Or Says Something, And With As Much Spontaneity And Schizophrenia As I Can Muster, Another Character Responds. In This Way, Everything I Write Is Spontaneous Chain Reaction And I'm Running Around Playing Leapfrog In My Brain Trying To "be" All My People.

The Kind Of Event On A Conveyor Belt That Causes A Fire Occurs In A Variety Of Industrial Environments, Not Uniquely In Coal Environments.

You Can't Take A Character Anywhere They Don't Expect The Character To Go. But Within Those Confines Is Where Creativity Lies