Wendy Wasserstein

My mother looked like Bertolt Brecht when I was growing up.
-Wendy Wasserstein, Paris Review interview

When I was in second grade, I made up a play that I was in; I told my mother that I was in this play and the lie got larger and larger. Finally, arbitrarily, I said my play is on tomorrow, and she got me a velvet dress and made my hair in ringlets, and off I went to school. And she came to school and there was no play. She covered for me and said, I must be confused; it must be another one of my children. Then she came home and told me I was a fibber. She must have yelled at me because to this day I have trouble with fibbing.
-Wendy Wasserstein, Paris Review interview