Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

Self-realization and self-fulfilment are the sine qua non for human existence.

It occurs to me that with all the television people watch, most of their acquaintances are actors.

Well, all the plays that I was trying to write were plays that would grab an audience by the throat and not release them, rather than presenting an emotion which you could observe and walk away from.

Few of us can easily surrender our belief that society must somehow make sense. The thought that the State has lost its mind and is punishing so many innocent people is intolerable. And so the evidence has to be internally denied.

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bare ass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

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