He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

A suicide kills two people, that's what it's for!

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

I think the job of the artist is to remind people of what they have chosen to forget.

If I see an ending, I can work backward.

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