Tracy Letts

The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.

Time wounds all heals.

I don't believe moviegoers don't have patience. Screenwriters are told a scene can't be longer than three minutes, that you have to cut to the chase. Not true!

You're thoughtful, Barbara, but you're not open. You're passionate, but you're hard. You're a good, decent, funny, wonderful woman, and I love you, but you're a pain in the ass.