Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

A playwright... is... the litmus paper of the arts. He's got to be, because if he isn't working on the same wave length as the audience, no one would know what in hell he was talking about.

Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.

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.

Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.

It was not really possible to understand oneself, let alone another human being.

The arts can do more to sustain the peace than all the wars, the armaments, and the threats and warnings of politicians.