“We melt; we tear and rip apart. Membrane, baby. Cellophane. Ain't that some shit.” — David Rabe Copy Share Image
It was a roller-coaster process. For a long time I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't writing with an outline. And,… — David Rabe Copy Share Image
I get a sentence, an idea, an image, and I start. I don't know anything beyond it. I follow it. — David Rabe Copy Share Image
. . . I do think that deep down, a lot of my work is about people trying to make reasonable accommodations of situations… — David Rabe Copy Share Image
“Eddie: You don’t have any feelings at all. Phil: I don’t have your feelings, Eddie; that’s all. I have my own, they get me… — David Rabe Copy Share Image
“There’s little back roads and little towns sometimes I never heard of them. I start to expect the gas station attendants to know me… — David Rabe Copy Share Image
“I come in here and you gotta be here; I’m thinkin’ about football, and you gotta be here with your tits and your ass… — David Rabe Copy Share Image
“We melt; we tear and rip apart. Membrane, baby. Cellophane. Ain't that some shit.” — David Rabe Copy Share Image
