I once wrote a short story called 'The Best Blues Singer in the World,' and it went like this: 'The streets that Balboa walked were his own private ocean, and Balboa was drowning.' End of story. That says it all.… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
Most of black America is in housing projects, without jobs, living on welfare. And this is not the case in 'The Cosby Show,' because… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
I just write stuff down and pile it up, and when I get enough stuff, I spread it out and look at it and… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
I don't look at our society today too much. My focus is still in the past, and part of the reason is because what… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
The director works as an interpretive artist, but he's still an artist, so you also have to give him room to create and to… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
I dropped out of school, but I didn't drop out of life. I would leave the house each morning and go to the main… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
When I first started writing plays I couldn't write good dialogue because I didn't respect how black people talked. I thought that in order… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
“Like you? I go out of here every morning...bust my butt...cause I like you? It's my job. It's my responsibility!... Not cause I like… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
“-How long you been with the rail road now? -Twenty-seven years. Now, I'll tell you something about the railroad. What I done learned after… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
Scripts were rather scarce in 1968. We did a lot of Amiri Baraka's plays, the agitprop stuff he was writing. It was at a… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
All you need in the world is love and laughter. That's all anybody needs. To have love in one hand and laughter in the… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
I ain't never found no place for me to fit. Seem like all I do is start over. It ain't nothing to find no… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
I don't write for a particular audience. I work as an artist, and I think the audience of one, which is the self, and… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
