Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

A lot of my work goes to the center of where we belong--if there is any root to life -because nowadays the family is broken up, and people don't live in the same place for very long.

The camera has its own kind of consciousness; in the lens the Garden of Eden itself would become ever so slightly too perfect.

By whatever means it is accomplished, the prime business of a play is to arouse the passions of its audience so that by the route of passion may be opened up new relationships between a man and men, and between men and Man. Drama is akin to the other inventions of man in that it ought to help us to know more, and not merely to spend our feelings.

The famous are balloons far up in the sky, to be envied for their quiet freedom or shot down as enemies.

The task of the real intellectual consists of analyzing illusions in order to discover their causes.

Controlled hysteria is what's required. To exist constantly in a state of controlled hysteria. It's agony. But everyone has agony. The difference is that I try to take my agony home and teach it to sing.