Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.

Today, [theatre's] more likely to be consciously not aimed at the public, but at a more sophisticated or educated public. . . . The result is that some of the sheer humanity has leaked out of the enterprise.

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.

What work you do! It's strange work for a Christian girl to hang old women!

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

You specialize in something until one day it is specializing in you.