Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?

Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.

The brain heals the past like an injury.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law!

There is a misconception of tragedy with which I have been struck in review after review, and in many conversations with writers and readers alike. It is the idea that tragedy is of necessity allied to pessimism.

The job is to ask questions - it always was - and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.