I love playing other people’s work. I love acting.

If all I ever wrote about was inner city freaks, I think it would be dishonest.

It’s my duty as a human being to be pissed off

I provide the bricks and mortar with the words and situations – the director and the actors and the designers build the house.

If we all knew we were going to live to be 150 years old, we’d all approach our lives very differently.

There is a larger lesson here, because the book encompasses not just the lives of prisoners in a Soviet prison camp, but every one of us. Shukhov squeezes everything he can out of a mouthful...

I started acting when I was in high school, started writing when I got to New York in 1975.

If you say city to people, people have no problem thinking of the city as rife with problematic, screwed-up people, but if you say suburbs – and I’m not the first person to say this,...

It’s a mental fake-out to myself. I make believe I’m making a new show so I forget the material I was working on and make up some fresh material.

I was definitely surprised when Talk Radio took off as a play. As a film it has become somewhere between a popular thing and a cult thing.

The world intrudes in my brain daily. Since my brain is dripping with all kinds of stuff that’s out there in the world, that I can’t seem to be able to shut out, it has...

Well, the real Eric Bogosian is pretty self-conscious of himself.

I write for an audience that likes what I like, reads what I read, thinks about the things I think about. In many ways, this puts me in opposition to the people who go to...

As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it’ll all be forgotten.

I write my plays to create an excuse for full-tilt acting and performing.

Ensemble is hard to do. It’s like 3-D chess.

I write, but I also act.

For a long time, my shows were about people walking out or about getting my gigs canceled or having the presenter not wanting to pay me.

I’m always surprised by things that happen to my work.

I do write about people who are complex and are striving with something and can’t quite get past their own stuff, which would be a proxy for myself because that’s what the deal is with...

I’m not a light-hearted person, so I can’t think light-hearted at work.

I don’t know anybody who does what I do. I’m very underground.

I’m not hip, I’m not cool, I’m not glib.

I know that I’m inadequate, but I never thought that at seventeen.

I’m very underground.