If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth.
There is more beauty in truth, even if it is a dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.
Sometimes honesty can be incredibly messy
I would definitely welcome lighter material, but I like to be where the truth lies.
If you want reality take the bus.
I've always been inspired by Genet, Henry Miller and Hubert Selby, Jr., who taught me that you've got to tell a bigger truth in whatever you're doing, but the truth is not popular.
Real life is often sloppy, tragic, ugly, embarrassing, unglamorous, and not made for TV.
Too much truth is uncouth.
This is a wonderful year for raw truth. We don't have any money.
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
The heroines in 'That's What She Said' are flawed, messy, damaged, hilarious and culpable and not really concerned about being acceptable to the audience in any traditional sense, which for me is what makes them all the more gorgeous. And the fearless truth of that is what makes it funny.
Truth is a rough, honest, helter-skelter terrier that none like to see brought into their drawing rooms.
My TV ain't HD, that's too real
I try and write the way things happen. I don't try and fulfill people's wishes.
That's what I mean by radical truth. I mean accepting reality.
I would say to those who don't like the metaphor This is reality.
....we ain't doing civil rights here. We just telling stories like they really happen.
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.
Homely truth is unpalatable.
Truth is like a wild animal; let it loose and it will defend itself!
The writers job is to get naked, To hide nothing. To look away from nothing. To look at it. To not blink. To be not embarrassed or shamed of it. Strip it down and lets get down to where the blood is, the bone is. Instead of hiding it with clothes and all kinds of other stuff, luxury!
Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months.
To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed.
The writer's job is to get naked.
