In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.

A playwright lives in an occupied country. And if you can't live that way you don't stay.

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

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.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

The need of man to wholly realize himself is the only fixed star.

I’m a writer, and everything I write is both a confession and a struggle to understand things about myself and this world in which I live. This is what everyone’s work should be-whether you dance or paint or sing. It is a confession, a baring of your soul, your faults, those things you simply cannot or will not understand or accept. You stumble forward, confused, and you share. If you’re lucky, you learn something.