Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
My second play The Birthday Party I wrote in 1958 – or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day who called it an absolute load of rubbish.
Since graduation I have measured time in 4-by-5-inch pieces of paper four days on the left and three on the right. Every social engagement interview reading flight doctor's appointment birthday and dry-cleaning reminder has been handwritten between metal loops.
I'm a summer baby so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.
The Queen of Crafts herself Martha Stewart and I have the same birthday. I prefer to think it's the glue-gun wielding perfect-tart-producing Martha and not the copper pan-throwing jail-going Martha. But I suppose if I am going to share a calendar square with some of Martha I have to share it with all of Martha.
When I was a kid for my birthday every year my mother made me pasta bechamel which is rigatoni with a white cream sauce.
It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time then two years later you'll be like 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'
Some people won't go the extra mile and then on their birthday when no one makes a fuss they feel neglected and bitter.
You always get a special kick on opening day no matter how many you go through. You look forward to it like a birthday party when you're a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen.
I trained to be a priest – started to. I went to seminary school when I was 11. I wanted to be a priest but when they told me I could never have sex not even on my birthday I changed my mind.
I gave a funny speech at my wife's birthday party and I'm thinking 'Hey I've still got it.'
My ace in the hole as a human being used to be my capacity for remembering birthdays. I worked at it. Whenever I made a new friend I made a point of finding out his or her birthday early on and I would record it in my Filofax calendar.
I want a chainsaw very badly because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.