I have about a dozen cassettes lying about which I use in random order. Very often, I pick up a cassette to dictate a letter, and I find my voice coming back at me with the lines of plays three years old.
All your life, you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.
One feels that the past stays the way you left it, whereas the present is in constant movement; it's unstable all around you.
I was so thrilled being a reporter, because it gave you the kind of access to people that you wouldn't ever get to meet.
I think theater ought to be theatrical.
Schepisi is the sort of director who could, would, and frequently did phone me whenever he came across a textual problem.