It occured to me that eating is the only form of professionalism most people ever attain.

When times are bad, people feel compelled to overeat.

Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.

I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.

In a repressive society, a writer can be deeply influential, but in a society that's filled with glut and repetition and endless consumption, the act of terror may be the only meaningful act.

I think a playwright realizes after he finishes working on the script that this is only the beginning. What will happen when it moves into three dimensions?