[rewriting Is] A Whole Other Art Form;

I Was Shot In The Wrist When I Was A Kid. Deliberately.

I Feel Like I've Never Had A Home, You Know? I Feel Related To The Country, To This Country, And Yet I Don't Know Exactly Where I Fit In... There's Always This Kind Of Nostalgia For A Place, A Place Where You Can Reckon With Yourself.

After The Falling Out With My Father, I Worked On A Couple Of Ranches - Thoroughbred Layup Farms, Actually - Out Toward Chino, California. That Was Fine For A Little While, But I Wanted To Get Out Completely, And Twenty Miles Away Wasnt Far Enough.

I've Come To Feel That If I Can't Make Something Happen In Under An Hour And A Half, It's Not Going To Happen In A Compelling Way In A Three-hour Play.

This Isn't Champagne Anymore. We Went Through The Champagne A Long Time Ago. This Is Serious Stuff. The Days Of Champagne Are Long Gone.