They tried to escape technology, to stay away from that and still have relationships with their fellow humans. Very difficult.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.

My conception of the audience is of a public each member of which is carrying about with him what he thinks is an anxiety, or a hope, or a preoccupation which is his alone and isolates him from mankind and in this respect at least the function of a play is to reveal him to himself so that he may touch others by virtue of the revelation of his mutuality with them. If only for this reason I regard the theater as a serious business, one that makes or should make man more human, which is to say, less alone.

Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.

Poor brain! How helplessly it dissolves when willing eyes meet and the nose warms to those old jungle scents.

A playwright... is... the litmus paper of the arts. He's got to be, because if he isn't working on the same wave length as the audience, no one would know what in hell he was talking about.