The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning.

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

It is time that we, who are without kings, took up this bright thread of our history and followed it to the only place it can possibly lead in our time-the heart and spirit of the average man.

Theater is a very changeable art. It responds to the moment in history the way the newspaper does, and there's no predicting what to come up with next.

Try to keep the rebel artist alive in you, no matter how attractive or exhausting the temptation.

How to live had started out as an analytical problem of how to place himself so as to intercept the flow of money in the society.

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