If there is something quintessentially modern it’s the idea that we are the authors of our own minds, the authors of our own reality. And what we create . . . is exciting precisely because it springs out of us and does not conform to something that is already there. The idea of novelty is a novelty.
On Des Moines, the Final Play of Denis Johnson
Somehow, it was as if the playwright had invited the audience to his own wake, with the strictest of instructions that everybody for crying out loud have a good time.
I’m interested in that murky zone where the truth is so outrageous as to be unbelievable, and in tackling the challenge of translating that sense of barely real truth into fiction without sacrificing its impact.