"I haven't been in a play since the eighth grade, when I did Charley’s Aunt. I seem to remember wearing a dress. That's it. And I'm not even really an actor. But I'm still sleeping at night, and I hope that continues."
- Larry David looks forward to his Broadway debut in Fish in the Dark in a new interview with The New York Times.
"Anyone who believes in free markets, as American conservatives profess to, should understand that few markets are as ruthless as show business. It is the customers, not some shadowy conspiratorial gatekeepers, who give comedians the hook—or catapult them into the capitalist nirvana of the one percent."
-Frank Rich, in an excellent piece for The New York Times called "Can Conservatives Be Funny?," which dives deep into the current state of conservative comedians and asks why there aren't more of them and why they aren't more successful.
“I’m never going to be an improv comedian; I just don’t have that thing that Joe Lo Truglio and Chelsea Peretti and Andy have. There’s a muscle that I really want to exercise, and it’s always been tricky and it’s always been a challenge. And I’m really up for a challenge."
- Andre Braugher in a new interview with The New York Times about venturing from TV drama to comedy as Captain Holt on NBC's Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
"The early days, you could change every single word [in a screenplay], and no one cared. It was like: 'That’s fine. That was terrible anyway.' But now, if the script's really good, you don't need to change very much. I realized the more fun I had, the more relaxed I was working, the better I worked… The more relaxed you are, the better you are at everything: the better you are with your loved ones, the better you are with your enemies, the better you are at your job, the better you are with yourself."
- Bill Murray in a whimsical, eccentric, Murray-esque interview with The New York Times.
It’s a week before the biggest day of her life, and Anna Williams is multitasking. While waiting to hear back from the Ivy League colleges she’s hoping to attend, the seventeen-year-old senior at one of Manhattan’s most exclusive private schools is doing research for a paper about organic farming in the West Bank, whipping up a batch of vegan brownies, and, like an increasing number of American teenagers, teaching her dog to use an iPad.
For the last two weeks, Anna has been spending more time than usual with José de Sousa Saramago, the Portuguese water dog she named after her favorite writer. (If José Saramago bears an uncanny [...]